Some sounds for Ailsa, from Nature! In the header – winter ice cracking into spring.
Sparkling fire on Walpurgis Night.
Mmm, the sound of water can be calm and soft, but also roaring…
And maybe the most beautiful morning sound – a spring thrush, singing when you open your window.
For Sylvain Landry’s challenge this week, we should look at the world from a child’s position. And indeed, my Mille looks much bigger than he was. His height was 48 centimetres – and the mountains somewhat higher…
I am sorry, Ailsa, but I seldom photograph things fierce…these are both good humoured of course – but at least they might Look fierce!
Go to more accurate fierceness here.
The gracious black cat immediately came up to me. And he would not leave me alone.
No, he did not want to…
In Western history, black cats have often been looked upon as a symbol of evil omens and friends of witches. In Sweden, as in most of Europe, a black cat is considered a symbol of bad luck, especially if one crosses paths with a person, which is believed to be an omen of misfortune and death.
But the folklore surrounding black cats varies from culture to culture. According to Wikipedia, The Scots believe that a strange black cat’s arrival to the home signifies prosperity. In Celtic mythology, a fairy known as the Cat Sìth takes the form of a black cat. Black cats are also considered good luck in the rest of Britain and Japan. A belief I would like to argue for, is that a lady who owns a black cat will have many suitors…
I find black cats extremely attractive to the eye…but sometimes they have a menacing look, don’t they? My students were always treated to Edgar Allan Poe’s short horror story The Black Cat. Read it if you haven’t already – it is a classic.
For more facts about folklore and superstition about black cats, click here.
A lovely morning, maybe the last summer trip, in our very, very old canoe…
The stillness in the air, the soft misty dew and the knowledge that this might be the end of a long, lovely summer.
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Eyes
In the header – the bluest of eyes…
How sad can you be?
Or how angry? (This is a silk worm cocoon!)
Or how tricky? (Peacock eye is the Swedish name: Påfågelöga)
Hiking festival at Hovdala – a part of Eurorando, Europe’s biggest hiking and walking event. There were many groups and trails to choose from. I joined the photography group.
And what a day we had. In the middle of September – and 25 degrees Celsius…A bit too warm for hiking really, but an ordinary autumn, the alternative would have been rain.
Between 5000 and 7000 hikers from all of Europe travel to Skåne during 7 days to walk the Scanian trails, socialize and explore the Swedish nature, culture and society.
The landscape showed its best and so did the weather. After the walk we were all served a delicious vegan chili soup with bread. Thank you all participants for a glorious day well spent!
So, we are asked to show an edge of some kind. Late in the evening in Lerma, Spain, I just opened up to have a look at the evening light – and there he was!
Why do many of us love things with history, crafted things with ”life” inside – more than the newest of new? We know that we cannot stop development and the growing cities, but my heart aches when everything old is falling apart and being replaced with – what? Soulless machine made things, gigantic glass houses …and more.
As I was walking north, out of the restored Old Town Vilnius, the typical wooden houses appeared again – and I had been waiting for them. In Uzupis we saw some, but now their full glory hit me. Planted in lush gardens, they were also home to several cats and dogs.
The houses may be dilapidated, but the owners’ love of fruit and berries, flowers and details like colours and lace curtains…
…bring gracefulness and beauty to any worn down house. This is what life was in the old days. Now they are all living in the shadows of glass giants and heavy traffic. And, soon they will all be gone, the houses and their inhabitants, and all that is left will be some photos and maybe glimpses in old people’s memories.
Leya 
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