Actually not the first butterfly I’ve seen this year, but the first I’ve photographed, and the first I’ve seen enjoying nectar from a flower. In a garden near my home. … Continue readingA first butterfly
Like polished copper
The setting sun on the white paint of these two Stena Line ferries makes them glow like polished copper – on the river yesterday evening. … Continue readingLike polished copper
Across the sound
The weather forecast had promised a stiff wind and I was hoping for some dramatic wave action, but all I got were gentle ripples breaking on the shore. Across the sound the islands and headlands off Björkö protect the water here from the heavier seas in the Kattegat. Seems hardly possible that a year and a month ago, the sea here was frozen all the way across to the islands. … Continue readingAcross the sound
Still winter boatyard
In the boatyard at Tumlehed the sailboats and motorboats still crowd together, up on the land, under their winter awnings and tarpaulins. Just a few look as if they may be thinking about the summer. … Continue readingStill winter boatyard
Forgotten toboggan
On what is now a lawn of grass but must earlier have been a snowy slope, a forgotten toboggan, plastic blue, yearns back to the winter. (Ah, c’mon – I’m a poet, doncha know it?) … Continue readingForgotten toboggan
Little west-coast fishing boat
This little, tubby fishing boat is typical for the Swedish west coast – or it used to be. It’s probably used as a shrimper or for fishing for lobsters or crayfish. Also, like the mussel shell on Monday, having problems with barnacles. … Continue readingLittle west-coast fishing boat
Flying crows
Strangely for the seashore, and despite all the evidence (see yesterday’s photo) there were more flying crows around than gulls. I love the way crows’ wings end in finger-feathers when they fly. At least I was able to photograph this (below) black-headed gull. (I think it’s a black-headed gull, though to be sure it looks more like a tern.) … Continue readingFlying crows