The rushing, turbulent waters. The endless disruptive flow of life as it drags us ever onwards, towards the great expansive oblivion of the sea. We are the flotsam carried along with it. We can be sunk or beached at any moment or maybe we will reach our destination and sink into the murky depths of nothingness. Seasons greetings.
Reindeer are treated as benevolent creatures. They are associated with the Christmas myth of a gift-bearing Santa. But hundreds of people are killed every year by deer. 🦌 There are no deer jails. There is no justice on the tundra, just ice.
The separation of church and state Is something many countries struggle with. In Uppsala, Sweden, the church turned their thoughts and prayers on the government. The state responded by pointing cannons at the church. Who won? You decide.
Out of the windows, the mountains loom large. Imposing. Impressive. Defeatable by the hardy, the determined and the well-equipped. The mountains inside our minds are much less easily conquered.
A streetlight. A sentinel to shine light on places where otherwise nefarious deeds would take place. Deeds hidden by the darkness and with all dangersobscured. Now they can occur safely and dangers to the victim and perpetrators reduced as much as possible.
A familiar shape on the Scandinavian landscape are these tall, silent witnesses to hundreds of years of human endeavours and crimes. Trees see all. They know where the bodies are buried and what you did last summer. But the trees are still and will keep your secrets. 🌲🌲🌲 🤫
Do you know who watches you at night? What manifestations of the hidden mind dare find substance in those dark hours? Do they live while our dreams die?
A snow-laden road through a forest of haunted trees. The frozen path bordered by things older than you and careless of your existence. No two snowflakes are alike; as are no two murders.
Swedish snowploughs are significantly larger than the snowploughs of most other nations. Please do not feel inadequate about your nation's snowploughs. You probably don't need such a big snowplough where you live. #snowplough
Yesterday's snow lay over the tracks. There was a stillness that made you think of death. A coldness that made you think of death. Plus a partially-hidden corpse that, well... let's just say there was enough death around to keep any detective busy.
