(Sent from my mobile)
[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
The Kite Theory
In a well built and lead team, who sustains who? I'm on a beach and the last thing I should think about is work. Nevertheless, I find "food for thoughts" almost everywhere. It's the effect of the early vacation days. I'm pretty sure things will be different in a couple of weeks.
(Sent from my mobile)
Sunday, July 12, 2015
Friday, July 10, 2015
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Midnight Light
I've been sitting on the grey back a limestone boulder in the deafening silence of the Archipelago's late hours, not far from the small pier where the last ferry back to Saltholmen was expected to stop. I have seen the street lights on the opposite island's harbor switching on, like the brightest stars in the sky, as the sunlight was getting dim and the birds were swimming in the shadows like ghosts claiming the ownership on the natural channel in between. I've been lingering whether to stay or jump on the approaching boat, till the roar of a moped running fast across the island wood came to wake me up.
Monday, July 6, 2015
Blue Oil
The shallow stretch of water between Goteborg and its archipelago, as perceived (and processed) by my mobile cam.
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Looking for the midnight sun
A short after-work trip to Branno island, on the Goteborg southern Archipelago. I wonder if I should turn these (sent live via mobile) pictures in Black and White. Once I'll be back home I'll have to reserve some time to "adjust" them anyhow. The real picture I have in front of me right now is much better than what technology vehiculates.
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