the Puzzle

[Ane Brun: the Puzzle]

fields of gold

"Mom, get over here! Hurry! There's something here I think You might like!" he shouts with his nose almost to the ground, standing in a field of barley with deer flies attacking from every angle. Two years ago this field was a small forrest and here and there in the middle of it You can still find pieces of wood, root systems a s o...

... AND in these pieces of wood You can find... it turned out... LADYBIRDS! And not only a few!
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"Mamma, kom hit! Skynda dig! Här finns något jag tror du skulle gilla!" ropar han med näsan nästan i backen, stående i en kornåker där älflugor attackerar från alla håll och kanter. Ännu för två år sedan växte det skog här och därför kan man lite varstans mitt i åkern fortfarande hitta bitar av träd och rotsystem...

... OCH i dessa träbitar kan man således hitta... visade det sig... NYCKELPIGOR! Och inte bara några få!

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stillness

Hi everybody. It's been a while and I'm aware. A lot has changed in my life during this summer/autumn and of all the things I've wanted to blog, not a lot has actually been "blogable". Is that an expression understandable to You? Yes. I'm sure.

I'm no longer married. I used to be, that is to say: I was (we were) for almost fourteen years. I'm making this official now, at least on my behalf, because so many of You have been worrying and asking me about how I'm doing and what's going on etc.

These days though, I can of course only speak for myself, but I'm doing alright. Decisions like these are never easy to make, and hurting is most certainly part of it all - for everyone involved - but the best way to recover is I believe by moving forward. For me that means - as a good friend put it: "... by never forgetting You are first and foremost parents!"
and after that remembering this fact: the end of a marriage does not mean the end of love. Love can change it's form of expression - when allowed to continue it's excistense.

Photos shot by the Lake today as the unusally warm September

afternoon provided such stillness it was almost magical.

wire to wire

mermaid and son

Mermaid and son swimming in the Bothnian bay, Fäboda- seashore of Jakobstad, Finland.

kreativt värre ...

... när EN klassiskt SKOLAD gitarrist och EN OSKOLAD klassisk gitarrist spelar/övar allt annat än klassiskt inför inkommande lördags pubunderhållning på Åminne Folkpark. Mellan varven reder en RIKTIG trubadur ut begreppen.

Den som hellre ägnar sig åt bensprattel till dom här POJKARNA kan ju i a f titta in på en bärs eller limsa.

VÄLKOMNA!

petrol perhaps but no green

Art kan never outdo or surpass nature's own way of expressing beauty, it can however try to interpret or explain. I'm not at all content with this thistle-softpastel, but I'm showing it anyway. When I was little I used to paint WITH thistles and paint made of "puréed" grass or flowers or mud and water... yet, when I'm sitting in front of my working desk with the opportunity to choose between hundreds of pastels I still can't seem to find the right nuance for the "flowerbrush".

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"Funny. It reflects no green" he says, the one I always complain to about things I don't understand - like colours. "Petrol, perhaps. But no green".

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Maybe that is why, in the middle of the summer, when my eyes are overflooded by green, green and green again (yes, I've been mowing the lawn this afternoon!) I need the thistles - not to drown and to wake me up.

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Because they reflect no green.

The way my blue eyes do.

Even if they're not really blue at all.

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the strangest thing

... and that is when the trumpetist announces ...

"Hey, You know what! No one has performed "Summertime" yet this evening!"

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Anni Paananen in an open stage performance together with musicians accociated to Jazzoo at Andra Sjö Summerjazz, Nykarleby, Finland, 2 July 2009

Photo: Christian Irjala

watercolour

Last saturday I went to see "my lake" and it's surroundings. After more than a week of unusually warm weather - for Finland, that is! - the vegetation stood in full bloom. This evening was cloudy, not very warm and my lake is tiny, tiny, tiny...

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... but it sure does shine!

white for the blues

white for the blues