Sweden

So I am back in Sweden now. It is early summer here and some days are rather sunny and warm. But for me who had accommodated myself to the humid and hot days of the Amazons, it felt a bit cold. It took me a week to get adjusted to the climate, food as well as time. It was much easier to get used of an earlier day than a later day...

Here are smoked salmon and stewed potato with dill, some multi grained bread, radish, beans and apple cider (and a piece of my camera brace...:) ).

 

The second photo is on a shrimp sandwich, lots of lettuce, cucumber,
tomatoes, orange, lemon, dill, mayonnese, beans and a raspberry drink. 

One of the first days back I went out with a little steam-boat on a lake close by. It was an early morning and the sun was shining on the light green leaves. I loved this little island....

...or the temple here....perfect for yoga exercises
when mornings have become warmer. 

 

A great way to begin the day.

Learning is now...

I have been listening to this song all morning. Nice lyrics...

Swedish singer Lisa Ekdahl - "When" from her album

"give me that slow knowing smile" (2009).

"Ohw thye mighty white hart...."

Yesterday I updated my poetry blog. I had watched a man passing outside my window. He was walking so close to the harts, standing grazing next to the sideway. I was pretty amazed how unconcerned the harts where by him, as well as it seemed that he did not notice them. And I was wondering how such a thing was possible.

Today I saw the herd again. Less than 100 metres away from my window. I went out to get a better view.

Since it was a Sunday, many more people had time to just slowly stroll ahead, so they did.

Many noticed the harts. A women with her child (perhaps 6 years old or so) was calmly watching the beautiful animals.They told me that they used to come and see them here. Before the flock was grazing around the railroad, but now they had changed their spot.

It was silence for a minute and then they throwed out some bread to the harts, which at first backed a bit away, then came forward and ate it. The closest hart was just a couple of metres away from us.

More people passed, stopped, took some pictures.

Most amazed was I by the magnificent white hart, since I have never seen anything like it before.

Apparently, people in the area are used of having a white hart in the neighbourhood, since they had seen it before. The particular thing of today was the fact that no less than 11 harts where grazing so close by, without really being disturbed by us humans.

I'll show you...

First sense of spring....

January pictures.

Last one is supposed to be the first pipe smoker David Drummond (1593-1638) in Sweden. He is scuplted by Sven Lunqvist (1918-2010) in 1969. Sven used to imagine that in every stone there is a hidden figure, waiting for someone to unveil it. (is that not how every sculptors generally work? atleast that is how I imagine it to be.)