Okay. Reflections. Amazing, mix of amber and wine. Or maybe some blood? Or maybe… some artist under there just spit out some paint?
With this blue sky playing with soft waves it is just a piece of art. Ready to watch, take, or just feel inspired.
But the sea around the small town hugging the rock is full of surprises.
Full of mysterious things and smells amazing.
I mean really. No fishy stinky smell. No way!
Only those tiny waves and me lying on a small pier. Watching those blue, orange, red… and green?
Oh my, where is that green from?
Are there aliens under there? Or wait, aliens are grey, right? LOL
But under this surface is something… I can hear it breathing. I can feel it dreaming… dreaming about the past.
Mysterious past which still is covered with rocks and sand.
And people too busy to just sit and look at the waves.
And when you are done with the waves, or just hungry… go there for the best fish and chips! I mean ever!!! Matilde has it!!! LOL Look at my Instagram photo. Yummy thing. And the view from this porch, awesome!!!
Yeah… 1. Yeah, there will be more. LOL Because even with the drought, which also touched this part of Sweden, it is amazing. So much different than mine, so much more scary, so much… more…
And it is so arty!!!
Or is it only me. Me who sees it? Me who notices it? I mean really? Why people look only one way not in all of them…
Because with this light, which was in fact sun before the rain, so totally perfect…
… I could spend all given time just watching the waves.
Tiny waves. And of course architecture.
Because this is why they are here. All those homes, cottages, apartments, roofs, windows and doors.
I could jump into them, but…
… yeah, there will be another post about it. That it is not like around my Island. Not so safe.
Still, I want to. I somehow do not care.
I found another inspiration and I wanna touch it. Although it is so not safe. So not good for me.
I do not feel here like the master of the world. I do not feel tired, although there is a lot of steps to cross and some slippery rocks.
But still. I do not feel here like the owner.
Like a god.
I feel squeezed. Really. I feel squeezed between the rock – which suddenly rises, blows, grows, and the sky.
I feel like I was not here. Not important, but also forced to worship.
Worship the nature.
And think when the heck this rock drops? And will it destroy all those amazing roofs? All those white homes?
For sure not this one!
Imagine living there. From one side, okay, cool place, finally less humans, but no trees, no way… of course I am aware all that power lines, but imagine that they do not exist, for a moment. Imagine a hut on the rock.
If no… we can come back here. And climb… climb more and more…
And even more.
I look at them and think… that I would be scared living here, so close to this Rock God.
The coastline seems so much better.
And I need green.
Just sit down on the top, feel squeezed or nope, just be here, a part of perfect nature and people excepting it how it is, not fighting all the time. Worshiping The Rock. The Sea. The Sky. And maybe food?
Okay, almost! Few more to go, for sure, because I can not be stopped. Tonsillitis tried and failed!!! Okay, not funny at all.
Sooo… maybe some reality, because many of you noticed very clean streets… yes, they are clean. Yes, Sweden is crazy about nature and recycling.
They are only humans, and even have weeds!
But also all those tiny gardens, which just melt me. How much work it took to create them? How much love?
And if you can not have a garden, there are always pots with flowers.
And this amazing simple spotless area.
And the sky again…
And… just walking up to the hill. Just walking… climbing, sweating.
And waving to a bear.
And this, just totally cute cottage.
And something from a bit Wild West. I mean really, look at those fire stairs.
And everything here. If you missed it. LOL Okay, it is time to admit that I am obsessed by this place.
It is… like they were chosen. Chosen to live here. To somehow create amazing, colorful place on those grey rocks.
Because there is no much color except that blue sky, colors of the sea, reflections… oh my, and all those sea creatures!
And those sheds… okay, I have a weird relationship with them.
Okay. I get it.
But still… you know me, I am all about blue.
Why and how, can a human being be so addicted to blue? so much, that even if I o not like something, when it is blue, it changes in my eyes!
I bet people can think the same about yellow… right?
And to make you smile, something really amazing. A lovely piece from one of the homes.
And an amazing top…
And walking up, the cutest garden ever. Oh my, people are so eager to use every piece of soil here. Really. And look at this not so… picket fence.
Totally white… so romantic.
And yes, of course, we are still in Sweden. LOL
For some people home means nothing. They can live everywhere and in fact do not feel this weird need to have, own a piece of land, those bricks, stones, roof, windows, doors and call it mine.
I dream about one… this is why I am so obsessed about homes, house, buildings…
But could I live here? With waters hitting my floor?
Or here? Too small? But what a view!!!
And all those colors.
Tiny windows will keep me warm during winter… or not.
But what about a shop? Only fishing? Nope…
I need a roof.
And a church more far far far away.
And more loneliness.
And space of course.
But could I live on a tiny rocky island? I mean really tiny!!!
Or maybe not?
Or maybe I live on one. Perfect one. Which I love so much!
Yeah… so of course here everything is about the sea. Okay and the rock, but still, the sheds. Amazing little buildings coming in fact from younger to older.
Some accommodated to be a summer homes some still only for fishing purposes.
Are so magical.
Look at those windows, how many fish they saw?
And how many people did not think how dangerous the sea can be…
And what about fishing?
I mean really?
Look at this old wood. How much it saw.
How many hands touched it? How many beings trusted it…
How many tears sunken into it? How many stories? How many lovely aromas of baked fish, fish stew or maybe even something more fancy?
… how the heck it is still holding on? I mean really! Look at those rocks? More like plates? More like a wish: please stand up, I will not dance inside. Please stand up, I will not have bumping sex or running inside… please, stand up!!! LOL
The sea is here. In the air, when you look behind you, between the houses. Between the walls, reflecting in the windows…
It is here.
But still, we are talking about houses. Homes. Villas.
Or just those red shade like pieces which are so huggable.
About steps which hide all those amazing views.
But still… this redness. I think this is the only shade which is not making you angry. It makes you feel better. Weirdly better.
Like this shade was the one you always knew.
But still… there is this house and somehow you wanna just move in. Even if there is no big garden and trees…
You just wanna move in…
Please?!!! Wait, not this tiny one!!! Although it is so cute!
So adorably sweet!!!
The presence of the rock is overwhelming. You somehow know it is She. Mighty She who rules this places. The Goddess, but only if she cares for it, because mostly… he does not. Because she can choose.
Old enough to know it.
Old enough to fuck it.
Having green door, because red or blue is too common…
“Paint door red
bad things will go weck.
Paint door blue
miracles will come true.
Paint door green
everything can happen
everything goes booo…” Ch. Jones
Or smart sign… just because.
Be red, be white, be funny.
Or just care only about roofs. Because why not? Roofs are crucial!
And the sky… a bit of it.
And maybe some home jewelry? Is there in fact something like it? Does pots with flowers count? Wind-chimes?
And what about windows?
I mean really? What about them? Watching, regretting what they saw, but still watching, because they are so obsessed about both sides. Inside and outside… but what is in fact what?
Yes, one more.
There will be one more even, probably.
And even more. Why? Because it is a mighty, complex structure, which shows us how humans and a mighty rock can live together.
Imagine living by this rock. Yup, in few places it is a bit tided up. A bit wrapped, a bit even covered with nets. Scary a bit…
But look also at all those details. Like from fairy tales.
Walking through those streets, narrow and full of tourists around the season… it is awesome. Although without bunch of people much better. LOL
But not many notices house. Roofs and windows.
Oh yes, and it is my secret love. I fall in love with this red palace year ago.
Look at this thin tower, windows, at this redness. I wanna live there!!! At least for some time. Please!!!
Okay, I am obsessed.
I am obsessed with those clean lines. Cohesive structure. Calmness…
Windows watching the sky…
PS. I woke up, came to the terrace doors and there was a hare talking to a magpie… I mean really. She flew away and he looked at me and then slowly jumped out… I bet there is some conspiracy involved. Truly cared now. LOL