We have had some quality time, just Totti and me – and the camera.
Away from the energetic Milo and away from home
Heading for the forest in the early morning
A day of promise
A day of joy and happiness for the two of us
And the little things…
that really matters
Lonely houses have always fascinated me, but maybe you too have noticed, that some people have a downright obsession with them…?
A lonely house can have a very picturesque location…
– maybe not that easily accessible…
And, at a closer look, you might find it is only an old boat shed…
…or maybe a lonely barn. On the other hand – I could live in one of those as well.
Some newer loners enjoy spectacular seascape views…
…while others stand dilapidated, slowly falling apart.
And then, there are the abandoned houses just looking – eerie…
…while others, at the end of the road, see new guests arriving every year.
Where do you stand in this? Do you believe they are lonely, desolate, forlorn, solitary – or what word would you use? Is a house ”alive” in some ways? Could they hide/have memories? Do you ask yourself questions like: I wonder who once lived here? And, what did their lives look like? Why did they leave?
Are you constantly photographing them…or would never dream of doing it?
I find them enigmatic.
If you know me…you know that the forest is my home. These days are wild orchid days, and when the forest opens up to the light and the stillness of the wetlands and its inhabitants…I will be there for short mindful moments before sunset.
Walking slowly, not to disturb anyone or anything, I follow the boardwalk between nodding armies of cotton grass or bog cotton.
The orchids here are mostly Dactylorhiza with subspecies – marsh orchids. Listera ovata in the middle, lowest row.
In the setting sun, the rays shine enigmatic life to everything growing. The tiny purple marshlocks glow and the grasses throw flames of greens your way.
I rest in the middle of everything – feeling blessed
For the lovely Paula at Lost in Translation – a new word lesson! This time, I had to look up pullulating and victuals. Thank you for the useful knowledge. Interpreted my way.
Pictures from Sweden, Switzerland, New Zealand, Poland and Britain.
I was fortunate enough to join an excursion with the local biologists here in town (I am a member of the organization too). By bus we went to the east coast and to the south of Skane: Haväng, Stenshuvud, Fyledalen. We had a great day, despite the heat, and the interesting finds were numerous. I did not bring my heavy camera though – 30 degrees C is too much already. No more extra weight, it was enough with the bottles of water.
So today, water and the pair of binoculars was my best equipment.
Among others, we spotted three Golden Eagles, a very rare species of lark – the tawny pipit (Anthus campestris) and Dianthus arenarius – sandnejlika – a species that can only be found here in Skane.
We were not allowed to enter the orchid fields, but could admire them from a distance.
I love orchids, and wild orchids in Sweden are very beautiful too. However, when the Pasque Flowers are over…their beauty is perhaps even more enhanced. I could not resist a minor collage…
or the serene beauty of the black-veined moth (Siona lineata).
A lovely day out with precious friends!
Is it not the strangest thing what fog can do to how you perceive nature and mood?
The header photo and the photo above were taken only a minute or two between them.
Walking along lake Vättern – The same minutes passing between these two.
And when the sun comes shining through – I turn around to meet – this view!
Nature is a master of moods.
Ben, at WordPress, asks us about things liquid. His findings are, that we all seem very occupied with liquid things. I guess he is right – thinking about it…If it is not liquid for real, it is the patterns and the textures made by something once liquid that will catch the eye. And as Ben says – the landscapes around it.
In the header – liquid golden sunlight in the sea – caught on the coast of Iceland.
Once liquid lava at the Gala’pagos Islands
A seemingly liquid wall at the Guinness factory, Ireland,
and liquid traces in the sand at Tylösand, Sweden.
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