Tag Archive for ‘Writing’

Dancing Queen

Dancing Queen

Like a white beacon in all the green. The hedge bindweed (Calystegia sepium) got my imagination going with its many English names. But first the Swedish name, “Snårvinda”. Connects to its growth place in bushes where it twines around another plants. Reaches up to four meters. It can be found all over the world in tempered climate in several sub species.

The English names is like a smorgasbord. Rutland beauty, bugle vine, heavenly trumpets, bellbind, granny-pop-out-of-bed and, according to Wikipedia, many more. Please drop a comment if you know any more. Heavenly trumpets seems a fitting name with its innocent white and trumpet shape flowers.

Granny-pop-out-of-bed. In my head plays out the scene with granny jumping out of bed. Dressed in her long white night dress. Hair all white from age and fuzzy from sleep. She dances around like a teenager in the bedroom with the radio playing loud. The song is the Beatles “a hard days night”. Sweeps across the hall to that handsome widower’s room. He wakes up mumbling something about ghosts. He finds his glasses, and his teeth. Puts them in to give her a Liberace smile. They dance all night and just before the staff enters her room she slips back into bed. The staff helps her with the morning things. While wheeling her out to the common room for breakfast they ask if she had a good night. Sure did, she answers and give the widower across the hall a wink of the eye. Now then, ready for pills and bridge thrills before the heavenly trumpets sounds.

Angels sound your horns, Ha de Gött!

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What if

What if

What if there were no name to places? All positioning was mathematically. Where do you live? Oh, I live at N58°, E11°.

Would all territorial wars end? Or would we just fight over squares.

What language would be? Or would we only communicate mathematically like computers. In ones and zeros, or hexadecimals.

How about our names? Just a series of numbers, date of birth and a serial number like our social security number. “Happy birthday dear 20210710-0001”.

If we only worked with numbers would all scores be settled?

Did you meet all your numbers? Yes, we had a large family dinner.

Marriage an addition, divorce a subtraction. Making children, multiplying. Would then giving birth be a division?

Genealogy just a matrix.

Sometimes my thoughts don’t add up, ha de Gött!

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Words

Words

Amusing, abusing, confusing, bruising, annoying

Words

Playful, syllables, contradictory, conflictory, homonyms

Words

Sharp, gentle, conflicting, peaceful, deceitful

Words

In head, in mouth, pen to paper, keyboard click, deleted

Words

Flow, pearling, block, knock, ……,

Words

Soothing, eluding, exploding, eroding, concluding

Words

Foreign, slang, academic, bureaucratic, dramatic

Words

Congregate, segregate, vindicate, mate, elaborate

Words

Cherish, embrace, think, say, write

This has been bugging my brain for some time and now I finally got it through the keyboard. I just love and hate words. Ha de Gött!

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Cherry

Cherry

Left picture taken with f/4.5 and right picture taken with f/9

The cherry tree in my garden is about ready to harvest. Thanks to the blog of Picpholio (check out his excellent blog here) I’d like to explore depth of field on this first mature cherry. Thee left picture is taken with less depth of field and the right is taken with more depth of field. You can slide the bar to see the difference. What do you think. Is one better than the other or is it just same, same but different?

So with this post I signal to my father-in-law that is about time to harvest. I can’t eat them. My stomach make wild protests for several days while my lips swells up in a Botox like way. Oh, great idea. Could be my last blog before I move to LA and go in to plastic surgery. Ha de Gött!

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IT?

IT?

Laptop, a bent knee

Desktop, the Sunday roast

Mouse, wire_less

Printer, ink stained fingertips

Bug, on the windshield

Hard drive, hole-in-one

Root, pull the weed out

Library, oh those books

Archive, just in case

File, secret volumes

Keyboard, Ebony and Ivory

Firewall, hot topic

Virus, turns all to zero

IT, Intelligence Terminated

With all those down to earth words how the ….. can it be so difficult? Ha de Gött!

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Thump

Thump

Somewhere in the limbo between sleep and awake he heard a loud, thump. The feeling that something was wrong brought him to fully awake. His wife was already out of bed, screaming, “he fell, he fell out of the bunk bed”. He looked to his side of the double bed. There his son laid on the floor, the concrete floor with only a thin, so thin, carpet. The silence sent shivers down his spine.

As his wife now rounded the bed and reached their eight year old son he could hear the boy’s first sobbing.A stone fell from his heart, alive, he was alive. Gently they started to examine him to see if there was any blood. Even if the fall was a two metre drop to the floor he missed the sharp edge of the bedside table, hair short. Now the boy was crying more and louder. A call to the resort emergency service, where no-one spoke anything but the local language.

Taxi to the local emergency room. Two stressed out parents trying to explain what had happened, to hospital staff that didn’t understand. Finally after several hours a nurse came that spoke some English and could translate. As the first pale morning light reached through the windows he was carrying his little boy through long corridors to the MRI machine. Three days in hospital instead of a fun weekend at the famous resort. It took some years before the family dared to go abroad for a holiday again.

True Story, ha de gött!

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Blogging

Blogging

Last month I got notice from WP that I had been blogging for a full year now. So it is probably time to write about, blogging.

My blog was originally about writing but has now evolved to my new found interest of photography. I think everybody involved in something creative experience blockage from time to time and so do I. Good thing I have many pictures to choose from. I would like to be able to do more writing but having a full time job makes it a challenge.

Interact with my fellow bloggers is what I like most. Not that I have become a “like” junkie. But it is quite pleasing to see that someone actually see what I put up. The hardest part is commenting on others blog posts. Especially poetry as it is quite new to me, even if I did lots of rhyme with my children. Some really poor puns too. Sometimes I refrain from a comment just because I’m afraid it would be misunderstood. After all English is not my native language and I speak better than I write. So sorry if I offended anybody with my deranged humor in any comment.

Other times I just don’t comment as I don’t have anything clever to say. I wonder if it is better to just make a, well done or good, comment. Can I do that with someone writing excellent poetry or take way better photos than me? What do you think?

I’d like to thank my WordPress community, no one mentioned, none forgotten, for helping me develop my creative side. Ha de Gött!

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Grove

Grove

Sunlight dripping trough the thick leaves. Proud and tall they spread their branches in the early summer sun. Letting enough light sipp trough to the grass and flowers on the ground. A gentle breeze rustle the leaves. Accompanied by the singing birds and the buzzing of insects. The groove is a haven for bio-diversity, a northern rain forest.

Ha de Gött!

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Barb Wire

Barb Wire

Barb Wire, would not let anybody in

Barb Wire, would not let anybody out

Barb Wire, integrity so strong

Barb Wire, touch and get stuck

Barb Wire, leave you scratched and scared

Barb Wire, galvanized with trust

Barb Wire, neglected to rust

Barb Wire, would not let nobody out

Barb Wire, would not let nobody in

Barb Wire, all alone

Ha de Gött!

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Cuckoo Flower

Cuckoo Flower

Dear child has many names as the Swedish proverb goes. This little flower (Cardamine pratensis) must be loved in the English speaking world. I could find four, Cuckoo flower, Lady’s smock, Mayflower, or Milkmaids. In Swedish “Ängsbräsma”.

Cuckoo flower makes my imagination go, cuckoo. Referring of coarse to the film “One flew over the cuckoos’s nest” from 1975 with Jack Nicholson and directed by Milos Foreman. I quite often feel I would fit right in there, and I guess if you read by blogs you know what I mean.

Lady’s smock. Don’t know if I dare to go there. Moving along smartly to the Mayflower. Yes it starts to bloom in May so the name makes perfect sense but that’s no fun. Instead thinking of the famous ship that sailed from England to North America. Imagine the scene when they arrive and being greeted on the beach by John Wayne saying “Howdy, pilgrim”.

Milkmaids. Oh, the scene with milkmaids walk giggling over the field with buckets in their hands. Sun is shining from a clear blue sky, cows moo to be milked. Bee’s buzzing around the flowers and a cool breeze tangles the girls hair. The milk makes that special noise as it sprays to the bottom of the tin buckets. Giggling continues as they talk about this evenings dance and the boys there.

Well that’s another story. Ha de Gött!

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