niko.

"to family and healthy eating!
 and wine and birds.
 and trees, yes to trees.
 and fish. and to skewers and melons!" sven.
merry christmas & happy new year.





(niko pirosmani)

goedenavond.

good evening again old friend.

I remember well the night we met.

a star died that night.

they named it after a swedish doctor.

whoever walks this street and calls at my door?

an old man who whistles low.

and forgive me if I'm wrong.

but didn't you once steal a pocket watch from me?

well I guess you know me well.

what other news do you bring?

a well worn story unrolled yet again.

and just one more cup of cold coffee.

the snow outside falling lightly and silently.

reminds me of who I am to you.

a son or a soul who's traveling on.

and you alone too for now.

as he heads into the darkness.

his footsteps quickly disappear under the falling snow.

and he is soon gone.

I remember that night so well.

sven.

did I miss it?

did I miss it?
how long was I dreaming?
where do the moments go?
how was the morning?

you were meant for me.
but you remembered something.
neither of us could see.
until you explained it so well.

christmas morning and you're still sleeping.
keep dreaming there's no worries.
you have your whole life.
to open what's under that tree.
sven.

merry christmas.

merry christmas everyone.

the forest floor is frozen and harsh.

but inside my tree all is well.

and I can forget the dangers lurking outside my door.

my chipmunk wife is busy in the kitchen.

our children have their own holes.

and I have acorns stored for the whole winter.

it's good to be alive.

later when larry comes.

with his wife wilemena.

we'll play bridge until late.

and maybe he and I can go bug some squirrels.

merry christmas everyone.

sven.

dreaming of...

east side.

east side.

   bet ya can't guess the secret ingredient in yarusso's-bros sauce. love it or leave it…  I love it.

the godfather I II III are on constant rotation on the multiple video screens. great neighborhood joint. can't wait to come back.

hamm's brewery.

yarussos.

hamm's.

svenultimate.

oh what a wonderful day.

none of the birds and forest critters out and about.

because the weather is indeed frightful.

only the ticking of clocks and creaking of timbers.

a shaft of light piercing the room lands on the wall.

and reminds me to ask for forgiveness.

however we must get on with the business after all.

but don't forget it's a messy race and to play for keeps.

so sisters and brothers remind us of each other.

and the days we gave away.

only what was written on my heart remembered by you.

and your old stories told with relish.

a soft remembrance is all you left.

and you kept your old coat and scarf.

wound around so all I could see is your eyes.

which twinkle in my mind ceaselessly.

goedenavond. sven.

self portrait. wintermoor. december 2013.

guten morgen.

guten morgen my strange sad friend.

what a day as the snow flies and flutters.

your queer tales abound today.

and a peaceful feeling is in the air.

when shall we walk the moors?

in the late afternoon when the light's just right.

we'll rest awhile for now.

and think about what brought you here.

a day not too long ago.

or it may have been a thousand years.

a question only a question.

to which we may never know the answer.

for now follow a well worn trail.

clouds gather and the light is waning.

the snow is flying and the wind at my back.

hasten my steps north to wintermoor.

sven.

some work of which I'm extremely proud, some blue spruce planted years ago. can't take credit for the giant black oak, bertha though.

(mother nature 12.4.13 > iphone > mac > iphoto > preview > fotor > blogger > you ? ?)

sunset drive.

on a sunset drive it occurred to me.

how we cheat each other out of daylight.

or another passing hour lost to the night.

and a highway we've driven on forever west.

forever west and you and your friends.

or a bottle of champagne broken for now.

but not before we drank deeply.

sweety here, thank you for the bracelet.

a feeling just a feeling.

like rain on a tin roof but without the damp.

and how you remind me of her.

but now and again those raindrops do fall.

she looked startled because I spoke loudly.

but she remembers well and only sunny days.

and a lot like her as a child.

but we all have our words to get us by.

sven.

har on jawa '75

har 27 to 13.

good evening and goodbye.

we'll see you soon said the mock turtle to the walrus.

from whence do you come?

my dear old friend.

a story better left untold.

or a bag of cookies and candy.

how are the flowers there?

as they ask you how do you feel?

 a short trip or so they say.

leave everything for the others.

a family so close for all these years.

who miss a dream most of all.

a better day is coming for everyone of us.

warm breezes and a time of peace.

or a season of wonder with nothing more to say.

thank you for all you've done and farewell.

sven 11a 11.29.13 black friday.