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Kåseberga Chronicles #11

A few days of rowdy January weather followed by a minor cold snap leave frozen remnants of salty sea on a the wires of a cattle fence dipping into the waves. Seaweed frozen into milky crystals, a sinking sun peak through melting icicles. #ice, #icemelt, #icicles, #sunset, #sea,#salt, #melt, #rockybeach, #Kåseberga, #Österlen, #seaweed, #osterlen

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Kåseberga Chronicles #10

On cold days Mallards flock and bob along the shore. But they won’t let you get close and lift off forming a fascinating frame at sunset, Kåseberga, Sweden (Photo: Henry Arvidsson / henryarvidsson.com) #Mallard, #gräsand, #birds, #Kåseberga, #Österlen

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Kåseberga Chronicles #9

The shifting sands of the wide beach at Sandhammaren are a mere 10 k bike ride from Kåseberga. The shores have gone from steep slopes and rolling rocks to grass covered dunes ending in a wide beach with sand so even grained as if it had been emptied from a giant hour-glass. On a sunny blustery winters day at the …

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Kåseberga Chronicles #8

Snow brings silence and stillness, It brightens up the darkest of days and cover resting ground with a shiny new surface.  It enhances or drowns existing shapes or creates entirely new ones with winds help.  On thin leafless branches red berries still hang for snow to attach. It forms new shapes and give sparkle to the cycle of life. A …

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Kåseberga Chronicles #7

 “It was a dark and stormy night….”. Well not quite but it certainly it was blustery, icy, a few degrees subzero and sunset. The waves were way taller than normal and surfers flocked to get the most of it. Faint smoke puffed from the woodburning heater and spread a warm orange glow through a fogged up glass pane. As the …

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Kåseberga Chronicles #6

A bit further afield in the Scanian landscape there are some milling about.  Gently wing-clipped with the grain dust swept out some become rounded rooms lit with stars. #stars, #windmill, #väderkvarn, #Peppinge  

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Kåseberga Chronicles #5

“Nothings’s happening by the sea” is a slow flowing tune by Chris Rea yet it’s slightly upbeat and sunny disposition oppose the description of what envelopes the South Nordic in December. Grey skies, low contrast, repetitive, meditative waves lightly rolling rocks by the sea shore a day after a storm. The same medium that a day prior had violently thrown …

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Kåseberga Chronicles #4

Something orange through a frosted bathroom window. No, not the orange striped cat lurking sometimes, clearer in color. Moving erratic, swirling and going airborne. Curiosity forced a look through the clearer, but far from clean, kitchen window. A plastic bag, a bright orange plastic bag. Who use those these days? No name, no logo just orange. It spins, it lifts, …

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Kåseberga Chronicles #3

Green fronds (no idea that it is what it is called) sticking out of straight rows planted by the farmer. Harvest in progress. A hole in the ground, not man made. Teeth marks in the sweet meet of half dozen carrots. Picky eater, all attacked none finished. Who did this? Hare or mole?  #Kåseberga, #carrot, #morot, #blast, #carrottop, #teeth #mark, …

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Kåseberga Chronicles #2

A footprint hardened in concrete. A 75 year old misstep size 42. Who was the man who helped build the machine gun post overlooking the waters between Sweden and Nazi-Germany 90 km away? Perhaps he wore woolen fatigues and spent days and nights staring above the waterline looking for periscopes or flickers of light on the horizon. Did he ever …