I saw The Queen!!!

Yup.

I saw The Queen.

My Queen HM Margrethe II.

Yup, I am one of those people who do not see the crown as something too old, overrated or spoiled. Thanks to them our castles are still beautiful, they take care of history, archaeology and art – especially my amazing Queen – they keep the memory of the old days, and they are walking billboards of their countries.

But… this was my first time seeing and I wasn’t expecting this feeling.

Primal.

Atavistic.

Something earthy and initial.

Old and so simple.

The same one, which found me around the barrows, standing stones, runes and stone carvings. Something old. But also… not like: you can make yourself a carpet of my body, more like… I do not know how to explain it.

A feeling.

This joy…

Hendes Majestæt Dronningen Margrethe Alexandrine Þórhildur Ingrid is an amazing woman. Strong fighter. Always able to say no, especially when press wants to know too much. She is educated, loves archaeology, but mot of all she is a queen and you feel it. It was like… when I saw the sun eclipse for the first time. That feeling which was giggling somewhere around my  trashy DNA.

Something left by my ancestors.

I took a bow… but I was raised weirdly. LOL

Sunsets

I promised myself lots of sunset this summer and…

… weather/nature of course decided differently. LOL You can never fight with nature, so I took what she gave me… and had lot of amazing warm weather, without this awful heat. Without too much sweating, too much water dripping even from places I would never suspect they can do it.

I mean really…

Still… You know what, I should finally tell you my secret… this is that one very embarrassing. I mean really.

Making me feel little and unworthy…

I hate so called the golden hour.

I just hate it.

Okay, the sky looks amazing yes, but only the sky. This is a special time for clouds, sun setting, and maybe waves reflecting it, but nothing more. And you can get a real tan while trying to get ll those clouds and sun which is getting so red and of course that pink, and violets and blue – in this one and only shade… oh my, but humans and buildings usually look like… too much. Really. So yeah, I am awful, unable to see what everyone else is obsessed with, probably.

But still… why sunsets? Why sunsets are so popular, so romantic – picnic baskets, glasses, wine, champagne, strawberries… rings. Why not sunrises? I mean really? Why? Sunrises bring up hope, you know the birds sang and we will get the light back, so why you all prefer the sets?

Why?

Is it because of the too early hour to get the rising sun? Is it?

Or cold?

PS. For now only 2 sunsets. Lots of running to not be late, once I got so cold, that I thought my ass will fall off. Yeah I said ass. What? You were expecting tushy? Oh come on!!! Ass is ass. And min looks like ass! LOL

Kapels

We have few on this island. Maybe this is a reason some political guys decided to make of us kind of Medjugorie or Santiago de Compostella even… You know how I am not into religion, so imagine my confusion. Here still saint are trees and standing stones, people believe i myths and legends and tiny humanoids… My Island is saint, so why to put Christianity in it. Did I lost something or Denmark is no longer a protestant country? I mean really?

But lets come back to my island.

I will tell you about an amazing place…

… close to the sea and sheep droppings. LOL Wait, I am not joking!!! This one… well it would be a wonderful place to live. To built a home, small, with a glass windows, to look at this uncalm sea, or blue sky, sunny view, rocks and sheep.

Solomons Kapel.

This place is more saint, than everything you ca think about, but in fact not more than the rest of my island. It is calm, if you do not get there while highest season… calm, amazing. Not just ruins from medieval times, but also a well, in fact more like a spring. Little harbor, place to sit, think… step into a poo. Remember it is an island, here animals walk free, so keep your dogs on leaches!!! This is a rule, you can get a nice, huge ticket for not to. And no offense, but our sheep are more important than your animals. So keep them close, keep them on strings. They may be cutest for you, but not for sheep or cows which are used to run around freely. And horses… although those can defend themselves.

When it comes to kapels here, there is nothing churchy or in fact “chapelly” chapel like here. No scary crosses, no loud psalms.

Just nature which is so much more holy than all those mythologies. In fact most of them are only names created for this what people were scared… or spirits, they could not get truly. Could not live with, so decided to add definitions.

I start to hate definitions!!! And yes, while walking I did step into a poo… in fact many droppings and few bigger… well, when you wanna get your photos perfect, you do everything!!! Really. LOL

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Stones

Standing on the beach.

Stony beach.

People who created those… my shaky hands trying to add something to this meeting of humanoids and towers, had to be careful and full of visions, passion. Adding something to this village, maybe even a wild tribe, is kind of a privilege. And you never know if they will accept your creation.

Maybe they move when we are not watching?

Maybe they create themselves?

Recreate others?

Maybe in fact there were no humans, only stones which decided to be together. Always. Even when it is windy and stormy and sheep are grazing… How the heck they stay in one wobbly piece with all those sheep and winds? I mean really? Because I can not. I can not be one piece. I am full pf puzzles which move all the time, and sometimes I drop a piece of me… which shouldn’t be lost. Or at least not in this moment. Not now… and I feel this pain. Awful pain…

Sometimes.

Do these feel it, when someone destroys them? Do they feel full when created, balancing? Like that heart on the right… can you see it? What if I, what if I destroy it? What if I change it? Because destroying is also a change, recreating, creating. It is so hard to understand it. Too hard sometimes.

My Island

My Island is a perfect woman.

I mean perfect!!!

On Sunday we had lovely, loooong the way I love it; walk a bit around northern corner of my Island. And it was crazy. There is a lighthouse, still bright, white and red, and… See… for a smaller half of the way we had a lovely sunny weather with a calm blue sea and few clouds. It was bright, sunny, not hot, but warm and summery. And the lighthouse was so waiting for us, so vulnerable.

And behind her… well, it was only windy!!!

This is how I know my Island is a woman!

Variable, oh yeah, but also keeping all emotions in her. All in one time!!! Like… always ready to blow, but also, to just hug you and cuddle, just to be this amazing mother, which I know only from movies. You know, everything in one place. Because in fact here is everything. Smaller maybe, but everything.

While walking, I saw so many faces of nature in few hours, on such a tiny amount of place: rocks, soil and sea… She is a living proof, that we can do everything. We can be everyone or just stay in bad and do nothing. Or drink vine, for those who love wine… LOL or eat cookies and ice cream. Because…

We can.

And we can be pissed off, because we are everything.

Coincidence, fate, nature or you?

Exactly.

Well…

… you can work on a photo (remember i do not use Photoshop) stand there, check details, use some water, use colored powder, breath on a flower to make it smile… but that is… Truth is it is nature who decides if you are worthy to take this photo. To capture something unique, one and only or just funny. Nature decides what to show you. Of course when you take photos outside in nature. With nature… and she does not even take cash for it! I mean really! Never got a check from nature.

Sooo… last my gorgeous moment was few days ago. We go out after cleaning all the home, and were able sun is setting, it is getting cold, and dark, but still we went to the beach you can see from my cottage and… I saw the most amazing show ever. Not by this German tourist, naked, but by combined sky and sea, bridge and coast, setting sun and all those shades of blue…

And it was divine.

PS. This is how I figured out this guy was not… well, dressed or even covered in his towel.

It was even more… there was something primal, mythical and mystical in it. And suddenly I heard a weird noise, like millions of feet clapping, like trees singing. When I figured out it was the rain, I just jumped in from this bridge – more like a catwalk, maybe this was a reason that gentleman was so eager to show me everything, for nothing because my eyesight sucks so I saw nothing LOL. Jumped into waves and swim in the rain, in the cold, clean waves… when my lovely Husband was shivering on the platform. Yeah, we should call it a platform, right? And yes, he was fully dressed and wet.

He must love me, right?

Sooo… is it a hard work? Or maybe luck when it comes to photos? Or everything combined? Or something more?

Passion and patience?

PS. Remember all photos are for sale, those on Facebook IBornholm and Kobaltowa Wrona too 🙂 Paypal (150DKK), mail and you can print is as you want 🙂 Whatever size you want. So please… buy them, do not steal them. Bigger size is better LOL And I am a poor artist. Crazy poor… And of course I am not talking about photos of my face. You are not so crazy to want it, right? LOL And when it comes to paintings – you create the price! Just give me one, and I will probably agree, I usually do!

And if you can not, at least please click on those commercials, that is money for me. For more writing, creating, and mostly for my research about Bronze Age symbolism of a hjulkors. Cross in a circle… LOL I promised myself that I will not do it, but now I am struggling, really. And I do not have sponsors I do not promote anyone. If I like it, I write about it, that is all. Nobody pays me for it.

Imagine

Imagine this…

… you are sitting in the woods, or just on this border between the woods and the field, or maybe on a beach, under a pine tree. In a place where is only nature. You turn it on. Or tun yourself on it. You have no phone, no TV, no… only leaves, bug biting your buttocks, branches, sand, the sky, waves…

Imagine this.

No news.

No nasty people asking you why you are doing nothing. No judging, unless you do it for yourself. Just wind blowing, just clouds in funny shapes what makes you laugh so much. That amazing smell of mushrooms, and ants… OMMI wait, I need to move my butt!!! Ouch!!! These were big bitch… Eeeek!!!

Okay, so imagine this… sitting there in peace and quiet, and looking on those blue shades and green shades, and then on this soil, smelling so lovely, so amazing. So fresh, full of life, simple, but when you touch it something changes in you. Something enriches you, something finally works!!!

Helps.

Imagine this…

Why you do not do it??? Why?

WHY?!!

Trust

Now media, and I mean all of them call: trust. Trust the strangers, trust us we always tell you the truth, trust the god or whatever you believe in… And I am a rebel. Always have been always will be, so… HELL FUCK NO!!!

Trust is not something you give freely.

You just do not.

You work on it.

You can be nice, give someone a smile, hope he will not stab your back, but when it comes to trust… Oh hell no!!! Trust is big, like friendship. I know on Facebook everybody are friends, but still, for me this word means a lot. It means giving life for someone, understanding, knowing when to shut up. Knowing, when to hug. Knowing when just to be, ad doing nothing.

Same is with trust.

So nope. I do not trust you. I do not know you. I do not judge you by your face, clothes – although if they are interesting and colorful you can make me smile wilder – I do not care who you sleep with if it is not my husband, but if you litter I will get mad. If your dog poops on my stairs, well… it will piss me off!!! If you wanna talk, I would probably agree, unless you scare me.

Unless there is something in you, what makes me nervous.

But trust… this comes with time.

But you know what? It also can happen on line, because now… we can fall in love or be friends not even seeing each other. We can have fun, friends, truly and crazy, who get you and know when to say: nope, you are not wearing that!!! Suddenly, you can have feeling, emotions, without in fact a human being standing in front of you. Ages ago it was possible thru letters… yeah paper and pencils, you know. Ancient stuff!

But what about trust and art?

Can you still trust art?

Can you trust it comes from the mad inside of a bit messed up human being – because artists are not regular people, never trust those who look like this. LOL Can you trust it is real, not only created, because the market is now on it… on blue or on green. Design suddenly is full of palm leaves and those pink flamingos. And this is all you can get in shops, this and pineapples… with golden leaves. Really?

What the heck?

Picturesque

Photography, like most of my arty doings (but when it comes to plants I read, herbs are to dangerous) is a thing I do not want to study. Spend hours on reading, watching others works, photos… trying to get weird names and definitions. I do not want to read another book – although I love reading, last book? New Dresden story! YUMMY But I am over smart words describing my own squats and bows.

Taking a risk, that my back will broke finally…

Maybe I really should start to describe something like a book for unusual photographers? Maybe? LOL

See… ages ago photography was something only for chosen ones. Nowadays everyone does it. Phones are everything, or everything is in your phone. Your camera, radio, your love… there is so much filters that my head hurts, and I was informed only about few of them. And I am done. But there is something more…

Here, where I live you are a photographer only if your camera and all belongings are worth thousands. Or even more. So it is not the pictures, but stuff you bought, labels are important. They make you a photographer. Are you fuck… kidding me? What is wrong with this world? Really?

What in fact is picturesque now? Really? Dish from the most expensive restaurant is better, than simple, but colorful meal made by Mum? Did worshiping of labels came also into photography… or more like taking photos? Because this is what I do. I take photos… I take them weird and crazy, different, because I am me.

And me has no definition. LOL

I just wanna discover it.

Feel like one and only, first.

I just want to discover it by myself and believe that none has done it before me. Yes, of course I am aware everything had been here before, done, but maybe forgotten? Maybe I will rediscover something? Or there is nothing new? And I can add nothing? Oh well, but please let me think that I can.

Just because I need it.

Spending hours catching water drops, be salted in places every humans bee salted before. Let me experiment and think I am first one doing it. Oh yes… of course I had photography classes during my studies, archaeologists need to be no stranger with a camera, bu I decided to forget everything they taught me. It is easy. It was ages ago!!! I am now tabula rasa and feel this weirdest of weirdest joys, when taking a photo!!!

PS. Remember all photos are for sale, those on Facebook IBornholm and Kobaltowa Wrona too 🙂 Paypal (150DKK), mail and you can print is as you want 🙂 Whatever size you want. So please… buy them, do not steal them. Bigger size is better LOL And I am a poor artist. Crazy poor… And of course I am not talking about photos of my face. You are not so crazy to want it, right? LOL And when it comes to paintings – you create the price! Just give me one, and I will probably agree, I usually do!

And if you can not, at least please click on those commercials, that is money for me. For more writing, creating, and mostly for my research about Bronze Age symbolism of a hjulkors. Cross in a circle… LOL I promised myself that I will not do it, but now I am struggling, really. And I do not have sponsors I do not promote anyone. If I like it, I write about it, that is all. Nobody pays me for it.