Moving trees

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Even the nature need some frontrunners to bear the burden of ‘start-movement’
especially seen in spring – some trees always starts ‘dancing’ so follows up the others
Then the movement goes on quickly and the time runs.

Maybe we people have it the same way, some have to take the first step.?

Two in one – the result of inspiraton from these two challenges:

Weekly photo challenge 2nd version of the theme “Motion

Ailsa and her “Wheresmybackpack
the 2nd version of the travel theme “Trees“.



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Flensburger Förde, a pre spring day.

Our fascination with moving water may have a logical explanation.
Sometimes our thought circulation might need a boost
– at the sight of water in motion then there’s life in the rotation of our brain cells again.

Believing in movement

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 Daily prompt “Reason to believe
What’s your reason to believe..?

There are many reasons to believe – there is much to believe in too
no matter what, I don’t believe that things come easily
also don’t believe that happiness comes by itself
just like our bikes without pedaling then we going nowhere.

Inspiration can come from many different places – probably no better than others
the main thing is we gets moved those damn pedals, so we are going to speed.

I fully respect that some gets motivation from (gets kicked in the ass by)
their grandparents
their god
their mother
their father
their wife
their friend
their boss
the important thing is that we are motivated to move
for our own sake and not because others seem to think it could be good for them
and also we take that respect to other
we think they should take to ourselves.

Weekly Photo Challenge (movement)

The word “movement” is a very versatile word

the mechanism behind the facade of your clock or watch makes time go

the coordinated mechanism behind the facade of community in groups
the issue either politically, religious, socially, economically, art-(cultur) etc.

the mechanism behind the facade of music, which builds it up to sounds great or not.

and so there are MOVEment


Movement from the good old days.

Photo shot in 1962 by my fathers mother (my gradmother) a saturday around noon – why is the day of the week so wellknown, it’s easy to tell – every saturday morning at 10 – my father’s father (grandfather) biked to the little grocery store in the nearby village – to purchase groceries, tobacco, etc – it was a tradition – he met 8-10 of the local men from the area, they met in the back room of the small grocery business – where they each got a cigar and then discussed the world situation, that was a tradition too.

Their shopping lists, they had given to the shopkeeper – who so packed the goods, at that time self-service has not been invented and the goods were delivered by the grocer’s young messenger boy – some of the men in the back room, their goods were delivered at home – before they even got home themselves – but so did their wives knew that the men’s purchases were in process – after an hour of talk time, so they all went each to their own – it was time for lunch.

Payment cards were not invented back then – and it was considered blistered to walk around with cash in your pocket – so then each had a book at the grocery store, where their buying through the month were written in – then the last saturday of every month – then was settled with the shopkeeper – that saturday, the men have a glass aquavit each, while they smoked their cigars – it was a traditon too. 

and it was only one glass aquavit never more than that.


My grandparents lived far from the beaten track – there was a very long blind gravel road that led out to their home – their nearest neighbor was 1500 meters away, they lived where the gravel road started (the photo shows the neighbor’s home far behind my grandfather)  when my grandfather drove away on the bike on saturdays, then their dog “Lady” was sitting at the corner of their house – so it could watch down to the neighbor’s house. 

So when my grandfather returned home maybe 1½ hour later, the dog started to bark – when he passed the neighbor’s house – so he whistled and the dog ran to meet him and then followed with him the last piece of the gravel road – my grandmother tried often to call the dog into the house – but it would wait for his grandfather came home.