A spiky beauty

The weather has been very rainy, only few sunny days so far. But rainy days can be beautiful too! We found this amazing flower few days ago. It is quiet common here, but amazing, somehow


Cirsium vulgare

It is called Cirsium vulgare, spear thistle in english

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What a strange name for such a nice flower! It is a sure sign of spring.

What a wonderful time of year this is, the birds are full of music, the sun kiss your cheecks, the blue sky amazes with it deepness, the little clouds sail forth. The trees bud, awaiting to burst into a green symphony.

Here a little coltsfoot, picture taken last week. The scientific name is Tussilago farfara, and it was used as a cough medicine in the past. Really interesting, how many wonders on this earth we pass by everyday, our thoughts at our jobs, on facebook, what to cook today, how to pay the next bill… And as conclusion we miss the daily little wonders…

tussilago farfara

About facebook and all the social media, there is this really thought-provoking video, have you seen it yet?

If they only knew…

The rose from this picture is dried by now. It has lost its beauty and scent, no one will enjoy the bright colors anymore.


But this rose was a part of a very special occasion, which drove us to tears. No tears of sorrow, it was tears of joy.

An evening to remember.

I received this flower as a gift on a saturday, few weeks ago. We were gathering in the mosque as usual. But it was not an usual afternoon.

On this saturday another new sister joined our community and said her shahada, which is the testimony, that there is only one God worthy of worship, and that Muhammad, peace and blessings upon him, is the last messenger.

When I think of the beauty of the rose, and how it’s gone by now, I remember that the words from the sister are not forgotten or gone. Nor are the words from the thousands other women and men, who enter islam every year, and they will always remember their shahada as the words, which gave their hearts the true peace.

Peace, and the knowledge, that nothing in this world happens in vain, that none of us is meaningless, and that life has a higher purpose.

The knowledge and peace kings and rulers would fight for, if they only knew…

Set of sunsets

Here the last ones I like enough to upload them on the blog! The next week I inshaAllah have the change to see a few different landscapes, and I am very excited about it! Hope to return with lot of new pictures!

A green one

One of the flowers in my father’s garden.. It’s simple, but beautiful. One thing about photographing, which I like most, is that you see the world from a different angle. From a different perpective, and that you take your time to watch Gods creation, instead of just running past it…

Song of the flower

A flower I found week ago on a pathway in the forest. Reminds me of “simbelmyne”, the flower growing on the graves of the brave men in “Lord of the rings”.

The poem is last part of a poem of Khalil Gibran, called “Song of the flower”. The whole poem goes like this:

I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.

At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.

The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.

As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.

I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.

I am the lover’s gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.

Impressions of spring…

Greetings and peace!

First of all, I am sorry for such a late update. Have been busy revamping my community site.

But, also been busy taking new pictures. So here are they, a collection from spring impressions from the last weeks. Summer is not far away anymore!


One sure sign for spring is – the lake has melted completely and you can see the sparkles of sun glittering at the water.. Such a beautiful sight I have truly missed!


Melting snow causes little streams everywhere…


And great rivers…

The sun come forth, shine and brighten the day!

And the leaves beginn to grow

And flowers! Wonderful yellow, lilac and white flowers. I love flowers! Never get enough of them!

I cannot believe my chrysantemum is still alive! It likes living on the balcony, I think. I hope it lasts long, since the other plants do not very well.

And some strange things I do not have a name for 😀

A lot of fallen leaves from last autumn come forth

And you are able to walk in the woods again!

And these things from the birch tree, which are not so pleasant for those with hay fever…