Midsummer is one of the biggest holidays in Sweden. It’s all about eating and dancing around the maypole. Usually in the rain.
One year, I’m going to photograph it all… But this year, we spent so long at the pool before lunch that we just didn’t have the energy to go down to the local celebrations.
We did celebrate the light, the warmth and the sun in our own way.
Life may not always be a dance on roses, but that doesn’t stop you from dancing in a shower of rose petals.
It’s all about your attitude.
You can complain that roses have thorns.
Or you can rejoice that thorns have roses.
For more midsummer (or midwinter) beauty, please visit: Our World.
The mild grey weather of December
Sent me the gift of a perfect luminous pearl
Speaking of renewal and hope in the middle of winter.
Strung with a necklace of melted snow
Tells a tale of gentleness and endurance.
A faded beauty and a rose ready to bud
Reminds us – in this time of making resolutions -
To keep the goodness of the old
While enjoying the promise of the new.
For more stories, please visit: Our World.
November has been incredibly mild; buds are appearing on branches
And perfectly framed roses bring a splash of colour to the season.
Dewy mornings paint the roses
And golden leaves are the perfect backdrop.
But now, the branches are bare and one grey day succeeds the other.
We don’t have snow and light,
So I had to find them in the translucent petals of a rose
As soft as silken snowflakes.
Recently, the hunt for colour has become more difficult
As the sun hides behind its foggy veils.
Which is why I was found lying on the ground -
Causing my neighbour to ask me why I was photographing nettles.
Its flowers are as beautiful as any rose, don’t you think?
Even the humblest of objects have beauty if we take the time to look for it.
For more rosy pictures, please visit: Our World.
Last week was Oscar’s birthday
(He’s the dog)
And a gloriously frosty day.
The delicate inner ear of a rose
offered up its secret beauty.
Sunlight sparkled on the pink ears
Of a brave flower still in bloom.
We visited a thousand-year-old rune stone
Rising out of the ground like a tooth,
To remind us that these are the golden years,
The moments to seize, to bathe in,
To remember while they last.
For more golden moments, please visit: Our World.