The spring has not sprung yet, but it will on the hills above the sea around Kåseberga. What hides below the soil I do not know but I do know that I am impressed by the stick straight rows and geometry of today’s GPS assisted farming techniques. As the human effects on the planet with climate changes and wars increase, …
Kåseberga Chronicles #14
The days are again getting longer and the light brings back life, a force fostering life. A long walk along the South coast calls for a stop at an old “eel cabin” (ålabod) to frame the last rays through an old window. The temperature is dropping fast to bite in the skin. In the sky an aircraft pass by, a …
Kåseberga Chronicles #13
It was the last day of February, a Monday, it was a blustery winters wind. On the cusp of a slope overlooking the Baltic Sea sails fluttered one by one in the uplift and then they stepped off the steep slope to take to the blue skies for the first mass flight this year. #parasail, #skärmflyg, #bluesky, #blåhimmel, #Kåseberga, #Österlen, …
Kåseberga Chronicles #11
A few days of rowdy January weather followed by a minor cold snap leave frozen remnants of salty sea on a the wires of a cattle fence dipping into the waves. Seaweed frozen into milky crystals, a sinking sun peak through melting icicles. #ice, #icemelt, #icicles, #sunset, #sea,#salt, #melt, #rockybeach, #Kåseberga, #Österlen, #seaweed, #osterlen
Kåseberga Chronicles #10
On cold days Mallards flock and bob along the shore. But they won’t let you get close and lift off forming a fascinating frame at sunset, Kåseberga, Sweden (Photo: Henry Arvidsson / henryarvidsson.com) #Mallard, #gräsand, #birds, #Kåseberga, #Österlen
Kåseberga Chronicles #8
Snow brings silence and stillness, It brightens up the darkest of days and cover resting ground with a shiny new surface. It enhances or drowns existing shapes or creates entirely new ones with winds help. On thin leafless branches red berries still hang for snow to attach. It forms new shapes and give sparkle to the cycle of life. A …
Kåseberga Chronicles #7
“It was a dark and stormy night….”. Well not quite but it certainly it was blustery, icy, a few degrees subzero and sunset. The waves were way taller than normal and surfers flocked to get the most of it. Faint smoke puffed from the woodburning heater and spread a warm orange glow through a fogged up glass pane. As the …
Kåseberga Chronicles #5
“Nothings’s happening by the sea” is a slow flowing tune by Chris Rea yet it’s slightly upbeat and sunny disposition oppose the description of what envelopes the South Nordic in December. Grey skies, low contrast, repetitive, meditative waves lightly rolling rocks by the sea shore a day after a storm. The same medium that a day prior had violently thrown …
Kåseberga Chronicles #4
Something orange through a frosted bathroom window. No, not the orange striped cat lurking sometimes, clearer in color. Moving erratic, swirling and going airborne. Curiosity forced a look through the clearer, but far from clean, kitchen window. A plastic bag, a bright orange plastic bag. Who use those these days? No name, no logo just orange. It spins, it lifts, …
Kåseberga Chronicles #3
Green fronds (no idea that it is what it is called) sticking out of straight rows planted by the farmer. Harvest in progress. A hole in the ground, not man made. Teeth marks in the sweet meet of half dozen carrots. Picky eater, all attacked none finished. Who did this? Hare or mole? #Kåseberga, #carrot, #morot, #blast, #carrottop, #teeth #mark, …
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