Just some pictures from a little beachy place on a peninsula, where to I take my little rowboat and go just to space-out or to cope with things.
It’s a quiet place since there is no houses or summer cottages for miles in any direction. And towards the sunset it’s a long way to go until Sweden comes up the horizon.
This time I took my parents with me and took one picture of my mom while she was looking out to the sea. Her shadowy figure, with her hand like that, almost looks like Hemulen from moomin comics. Just a little? Ok, no.
I have a feeling that the picture might gain somewhat more meaning to me as I get older.
The sun might have misunderstood my mom to have facepalm’d towards it when actually she was just blocking out the bright light.
Well anyway, the sun dropped quickly under the horizon with feelings hurt and sent an ungodly cloud-mountain of thunder and lightning after us from the sea.
The cold cloud-mountain snuck on top of our house at three AM in the morning and struck its lightnings all over so that it almost blew up our house or the windows at least. There was barely any wind and the atmosphere was charged up so extremely that one could almost have exploded by the mere thought of it. But all’s fine, the misunderstanding has been cleared and our house has bunch of lightning resistance now.
Also we had some sandwiches on our trip. Mmm. Which I now call iSandwiches because the sun and the reflection forms the letter “i” on top of the sandwich. The sun shares the positive energies into the sandwich and makes it an iSandwich.
No relation to Apple, lets make it an eyesandwich to avoid copyright issues, eww… eyes on a sandwich. Damn. iSandwich it shall still be. Fuck Apple, you fuckable Apple. Just kidding, fuckableapple.