tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78543006111001619982012-02-16T19:41:01.625-08:00it's not the blog itself being particularly amazingS P &amp; C Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270981964330366986noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854300611100161998.post-51303326692832807732010-04-12T13:05:00.001-07:002010-04-12T13:19:19.557-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1thXE0Xp0B8/S8N-BxaN1-I/AAAAAAAAACA/gXTijCeTGJo/s1600/IMG_0202.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1thXE0Xp0B8/S8N-BxaN1-I/AAAAAAAAACA/gXTijCeTGJo/s400/IMG_0202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459345742211438562" border="0" /></a>Vibrant life in the city, though it might be in a dream.<br /><br />"Far off sparks of light from a town,<br />flickering coldly on the horizon.<br />As when a man goes so deep into his dream<br />he will never remember he was there<br />when he returns again to his view."<br /><br /> T.Tranströmer<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1thXE0Xp0B8/S8N900fPBpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nnA4c1RwAb8/s1600/IMG_0203.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1thXE0Xp0B8/S8N900fPBpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nnA4c1RwAb8/s400/IMG_0203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459345519699494546" border="0" /></a><br />The light of a Swedish summer day.<br />(deliberately a female in the photo)<br /><br />"Lying on his back under tall trees<br />he is also up there. He rills into thousands of twigs and branches,"<br /><br />T.Tranströmer<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"></span><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: times new roman;"></span><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: times new roman;"></span></span> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1thXE0Xp0B8/S8N9oGnMqrI/AAAAAAAAABw/LRlcIY9wKPk/s1600/IMG_0189.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1thXE0Xp0B8/S8N9oGnMqrI/AAAAAAAAABw/LRlcIY9wKPk/s400/IMG_0189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459345301226433202" border="0" /></a><br />A feeling of being absent.<br />Aware of your surroundings but not really present.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1thXE0Xp0B8/S8N9YYZlTQI/AAAAAAAAABo/GQ0QJhPNTiA/s1600/IMG_0204.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1thXE0Xp0B8/S8N9YYZlTQI/AAAAAAAAABo/GQ0QJhPNTiA/s400/IMG_0204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459345031123258626" border="0" /></a><br />A clash between old and new.<br />It's painful when things change.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854300611100161998-5130332669283280773?l=awesome-amazingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S P &amp; C Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16270981964330366986noreply@blogger.com0