A walk down by the lake and woods near my parents’ old place last Monday.
“What does home mean to you?”
Home is where I can put my feet up and relax.
Home is shelter from the rain…
… or the sun.
Home is where I can make myself a cup of tea…
… just as I like it.
Home is where I keep my books and things.
Home is where you feel free to invite a friend.
Even though I live in a town flat, my home is still
a place from where I can watch both sunrise and sunset.
Now I’m curious to see what HOME means to other people across the world…
Next to our railway station, there is a high rock.
So I decided to do a bit of climbing…
… On second thought, better use the stairs and path!
But I did go up there, and here’s what I saw:
Looking west: The railway station – and a bit beyond…
And a rainbow in the clouds (cut and enlarged from the photo above) – I actually didn’t see that until I got the photos up on the computer!
Zooming in the buildings on the other side of the tracks.
South: There’s the tornado sculpture from the first photo again. To the right is the “travel centre” for the long distance busses. In the background to the left is a school, and to the right a spectacular triangular office building.
East: Towards the town centre. You can see both church spires in this photo.
Lots of red roofs…
… and other colours, too.
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The day after I’d been up to the top of the Rock, I thought of another high place I’d never been to with the digital camera. So off I went… up to the old Water Tower.
Built in 1900 and looking like a little fairy tale castle, surrounded by a little park on the top of a hill.
I’ve been up to the top of the tower once, but it’s not usually open to the public. So the entrance gate is as high as I got this time.
The view downhill towards the town centre.
The other side of the hill.
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On my way back downtown, I passed the Gustaf Adolf Church which was built around the same time as the water tower…
I’ve never been up in the tower…
… and I didn’t go that high this time either.
But I did go up on the balcony where the big organ is.
▲ Looking down … and looking up ▼
After seeing the Madsnapper’s Wal-Mart pigs the other day, my own ‘Miss Piggy’ by name of Sara gave me an accusing look and wondered why other piggy banks get to be displayed on blogs, but not she, and does one really need to wear a tiara and a tu-tu to be called cute?! So I had to assure her that I find her very cute just as she is with her jungle pattern – and doing an excellent job of taking care of my small change besides. When I promised her a spot on Ruby Tuesday, she blushed and looked pleased. (Her name is Sara because the Swedish word for “save” is “spara”.)
I hope this will be enough to keep her from going through my jewellry box when I’m not looking…
A new butterfly friend I found in a wetland meadow near the lake outside town some weeks ago.
In Swedish there is one name covering a number of look-alike butterflies (‘pärlemorfjäril’ = ‘mother of pearl butterfly’). In English/Latin it turned out to be a little more complicated… I think it is probably a Small Pearl-bordered Fritillary (Boloria selene). (Feel free to correct me if you think I’m wrong!)
We haven’t had much of a butterfly summer this year, but here’s another one – the Common Brimstone:
Have to confess I’ve not had much luck with the shallow depth of field thing except when zooming in on small things, like insects and flowers. So I think for this post I shall stick to “field” rather than “town”…
Haven’t got a clue what the flower is called.
Himalayan Balsam (Impatiens glandulifera / jättebalsamin)
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