Lyserød horisont

På stranden i pivende kulde 4.jan. 2017
frysende fingrene stive!
Haglbyger fra nord piskende sandet op
- efterfulgt af solens varmende stråler.
Og så hagl igen. Så opklaring. Skønhed 
og grumhed, der fejer hen over havet. 
Lyset og mørket i en veritabel kamp...

Sjældent har jeg set lyset ved havet skifte 
så meget og så hurtigt over kort tid, og
hen over de kommende uger viser jeg
nogle af de bedste "skud" ...

Kamete

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4th of January 2017.
At the beach in wretched cold 
weather freezing my fingers off! 
Hail showers from the north 
whipping up the sand,  followed 
by the warming rays of a setting sun. 
And then hail again. And clearing skies.
The same over and over with short intervals...
Beauty and ferocity sweeping over the
land. Brightness and darkness in shere battle!!!
Rarely have I seen the light change
so fast and so much within a short range of time...

The coming weeks I´ll post some of the best 
shots from this fantastic experience...

Storm-ballet

Urd på vej i land 
ved Bovbjerg
26.12.16

Kamete

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SelvMod

er

selv

indsigt

med tro på 

egen sandhed  

uden hensyn til, 

om den bliver 

bekræftet 

udefra

eller 

ej

Kamete

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"ConviCourage"

is self-knowledge

with belief in own truth,

regardless of confirmation from the outside 

Stjernedrys

Glædelig Jul til alle...

Sangen fra altet og sangen fra havet

stiger mod himlen langs lysets lian

Himmel og jord i en sang om forening

Nathimlen tindrer som guld

Kamete

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...som englenes øjne kan funkle

En brudekjole så smuk.
Perlebroderi af skønneste slags...
Verden er fuld af små undere,
og hvad kan vel bringe os mere i 
julestemning end glitter og hvidt?

...as eyes of the angles 

A bridal-dress so pretty.
Pearlembroidery of the most beautiful kind...
The world is full of tiny wonders,
and what could bring us more into 
the happy mode of Christmas
than glitter and white?

Kamete

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Mindfrosting

Supermoon

Pich-black and gnarled

the oak is pawing

its mysterious filigree-fingers

all over the polka-dots

of the snow-sky.

Like knotty excrescences

on a sorceress

the pollarded apple-trees

threaten the peace of my mind.

The wagtail wags

- like a maestro with his baton

conducting his orchestra -

whilst pallid-red winter-rose

sings opera

to its audience.

But I´m leaving

for my winter quarters now!

Latching my inner shutters closely.

In here, I will hide.

Maybe sleep forever?

And only wake

if you

or somebody else

wakes me up

at the dawn of springtime.

Kamete

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Under-courage

Just started to live

I´m scared to fade

like a withered dandelion

in the still young summer.

My senses are alert,

yet I feel

that only the mysteries

of golden fairytales

will release the weak echoes

of creeping decay

in my youth.

Blindly I search

through the mist of human hesitation.

The glittering dawn of my morning

gives me a promise

of endless beauties

that could be reflected

in the dark pupils

of my bewildered eyes.

Only the fairyland

of my childhood

"the tiny lake amongst hawthorns"

is the home of the handsome prince

and his princess.

In my cynical reality

all absurdities are swept away.

Frustrated

I feel heavy

and tied deep down

from all my endless responsibilities.

And yet my fairy world must exist

somewhere in the green grass.

Like the unspoken words on my lips

my fantasies are hanging

shivering in the air -

indefinable as my wants.

Kamete

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