fredag 20 juli 2007

lördag 7 juli 2007

My smile!


if...



If language is not correct, then what is said is not what is meant; if what is said is not what is meant, then what must be done remains undone; if this remains undone, morals and art will deteriorate; if justice goes astray, the people will stand about in helpless confusion. Hence there must be no arbitrariness in what is said. This matters above everything.

tisdag 3 juli 2007

Rocks and some water...


Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses



If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

T.S. Eliot (1888–1965). The Waste Land. 1922. and of course the Photos are made by me.

Suddenly there it was...

Tog en promenad igår kväll längst vattnet och när jag vände mig om för att gå hem då plötsligt uppenbarade sig denna skönhet inför mina ögon och en obeskrivlig känsla fyllde mig.

Snabbt plockade jag fram kameran som lyckligtvis fanns med mig denna gång och började fota, här är resultatet
:



The sky thru the sunglasses:

A sweet, sweet dog...


... dogiidogdog

måndag 2 juli 2007

today, my first day of doing nothing...

is it possible, NoT!