sheep

and their young ones in a field. This field has a tiny stream crossing it in the middle.

The bridge caught my eye, a tiny bridge made of stones and exactly like the big old
bridges made by engineers all over the world. This bridge is made by a farmer may
be several hundred years ago. You didn´t have to be an educated city person to do
some beautiful work then, or now ... 

IT IS

    true! You drive along the fjord on narrow roads
    with a panoramic sight around you all the time. The photo was
    taken yesterday. End of May and the first half of June
    is my favorite time of the year, apart from the dark of winter.
    Come and see for yourself, You are most Wellcome!

HERE IT IS

from the other side.
My worthless tresure from
a walk on the beach with my parents
and the dogs.
I found it.
It is a stone from a tiny beach
and made by
time and ice and sea and sand.
I found the stone or
the stone found me,
I am not sure.

Where the stone is
today
I am too ...

WORKING

in the forests, hunting
hounds and shooting was
my father´s great interest.
He was not a very good forest worker
but he managed.
He even got his own tractor
and used it in the town.
His youngest daughters did not
like him looking like
a farmer but he did not give a damn,
My younger sisters are good at being stupid,
moneyhappy creatures!
The painting is acrylic-oil-on canvas
a portrait
of a great father!

MY SECRET

what is this?

yes, it is a sculpture

and I whish I could say it is my work

but it is not,

it actually is not a sculpure

still it is.

yes it is in stone, in two different

stones

look at the shades and you can

see for yourself

one is darker than the other.

it is mine but I did not buy it

or got it as a gift,

I did not inherit this lovely 

work either 

but it is mine.

Can you see why,

why

I love this photo?

Well,

where can one find

a 

flowerpot

full of lovely summerflowers

covering 

all

signs,
 the name of the the place

about parking

and

speedlimits,

you find it

in a village in France!

EXOTIC ...

and pretty,
yes it is for
someone like me.

A village in France, sunny
and dry with few
turists
still, I was there last
year and just looked at life. Activity,
the lack of it, some germans talking too load
and myself
saying nothing
because I had no one to
talk to.