August offers up a universe of lovely bouquets:
A dazzling pink galaxy of flowers;
Yellow suns floating in the wind;
Or a floral star in the sky;
And, finally, an orange planet
Of gorgeous, sunlit petals.
For more cosmic shots, please visit: Our World.
My daughter turned 16
At the beginning of August
And I organized all kinds of surprises.
We finished the day
With a surprise swim at sunset.
The sky turned from orange to purple:
A perfect ending to a perfect day.
For more surprises, please visit: Skywatch.
I love it when the sun sets
In dramatic purple hues
Or in soft, lilac tones.
(As you can see, the little sauna house
Is now docked next to the jetty
Leaving the beach and its views free again.)
For more deep purple, please visit: Skywatch.
It was a cool morning —
And a mist was rising up from the hay bales in the field.
As always, my favourite model poses for me against the rising sun.
“Hay down there!” she seems to say.
She was pretty pleased with herself
For jumping up so high.
“I’ve got to bale now!” she says, and then jumps down
To go home.
(Hope these bad puns aren’t the last straw.)
For more bale-ful jokes, please visit: Our World.
When you have dogs, there is always the chance
That they will photobomb your shots.
But I think they just add
To the spectacular sunset, don’t you?
For more amazing skies, please go to: Skywatch.
To find out more about Simmie (on the left), read his interview here: Piglove.
At the beginning of the summer,
Building started down by the lake.
It was a lovely place to sit and contemplate the sunset.
(That’s Ruby posing.)
A few days ago, I went back to the lake
And could see that the construction was now finished.
Turns out that the local caravan park
Has built a sauna for its guests
On the shore of the lake.
(Still plenty of room for Simmie to swim!)
For more delights, please visit: Our World.
Work is busy so I’ll only be posting once this week.
Is that an angel —
Or an elephant —
Trumpeting across the horizon at sunset?
(In other news, WordPress informs me
That I’ve been blogging for nine years!
Thank you for sticking with me all these years.)
For more visions, please go to: Skywatch.
Swedish midsummer is all about dancing around the maypole to live music.
This year, we arrived at the local farm a little too late —
We could hear music in the distance;
But when we arrived at the maypole —
Slender against the cloudy sky —
The musicians were already putting away
Their instruments for the day.
We stopped to admire each ring of the maypole
Bedecked in flowers (woven there by hand).
The day did not go as planned,
But it’s how you roll with life that counts.
For more midsummer stories, please visit: Our World.
The long light evenings in Scandinavia
Are called white nights because it never really gets dark.
But for me, they will always be
Dazzling, honey’d golden nights,
Where the setting sun
Matches the red fur of my dogs.
For more dazzling stories, please go to: Skywatch.
It’s almost impossible to photograph a summer sunset
As the sun goes down so very late.
Even at 9.30 or 10 in the evening,
The sun is blazing golden and serene.
The evening light is liquid honey —
And when Simmie shakes after his swim,
He creates golden fireworks of water.
For more joy, please visit: Our World.