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November 2009

( Monthly archive )

I will give you some November skies

This month has been really some thing of the kind.
It is getting darker every day and the time outside
is now very limited. The sky is telling you why.


Just an hour before sunset


Finally the sky is on fire.

Mosscity and Aliein land

Good morning, The first sunrise that we can enjoy in a long time.

Today I went to take some macros.Ideas are popping in my head.
Somehow I dont think there anything better then nature it can
bring you imagination very far.

Suddenly thinking of all horrifying features in movies and all kind of games

For me nature is much better at this.

Almost growing upside down Trying to get away


Someone sipping a drop of water

Some so very different, very few trying to make it.

Some trying to keep its beauty as long as possible

I am still longing for the Icy crispy mornings. Everything is so heavy
with all these drops of rain.





I am trying something new

In some days I have not been to the forest. I have been longing
for my walks but the rain has bee pouring down with no end.

For a little while it was a brake in all this raining the sun said
hi for a short moment.

I am again experimenting. In a way I use to do.

Today everything is so so green. The fern so fresh

To me the moss is very special, The land of fairy tales.

The drops making the forest look like it is dressed in pearls.

Once up on a time there was an oak leaf.....

On my way home I did even catch I Little bird.

Without knowing it

Sometimes you are out of control

Yesterday was not a nice day. I had to stay close to the hospital almost all day.
My father was there, having his heart operation.

I took a walk in town. The weather was snow and rain so the beautiful blue sky is missing

The city with a lot of old buildings and I like that I always look at these windows

The river going through the whole city


The park outside the castle is a favourite of mine in the centre of the city.

I was going to take pictures of beautiful reflections in the water. In seconds
the noise was very loud and the reflections became ducks, I am sure they where hungry.

When I went away from there it was like they where calling out. "Hurry up guys
we have to follow her".

I could here some people laugh, one special lady duck followed me.

I made a deal with the ducks . Bread next time.

In the end I get the call I was waiting for. My father is well everything
is okey and I can go home. My feelings is playing with me and I am longing
back to my forest.

While waiting for the bus
These are the latest buildings in the city and the most expensive.
In the corner of the Mainstreet to Stockholm and Gothenburg and Oslo
Would you like to live here? I would not no green grass in that spot.

This is more my cup of tea. And now my bus will take me home.

On the bus I was thinking. My father 85 years old or young,
walking the forest like a young man, he must be made of Iron, I am happy for that.



Visiting My Forest, Sharing Some Thoughts

I do have a brake until my next Deadline in two weeks time
I am back in my forest. And I can hear the men working.
The forest is getting "Thin"

The gaps between the trees are now big. The feeling of a big safe room
in green is gone.

I want to share my thoughts, I want the forest to take care of my thought
I want to feel that I can leave it there .It is far to serious.

The days are very short only a few hours of daylight.

We do choose a path, we walk it, and not until the end we know if we where right
or wrong. I grab on to my word "now" my Master in Qui-gong gave it to me.

In now we have got nothing more than in this very moment. What was a minute ago
does not belong in "now" it is in the past. The moment coming even in a minute
does not belong in "now" it is in the future.

The moments of the past, it has all become a memory.
The moments of the future, it has not happened yet.

It is dark my thought is staying in the forest
I will go inside, there is nothing much I can do out here.

Except hoping for a sunrise like this.


Exhibitionday , Market day in the midlle of nowhere

The day came. The one that brings so much joy and happiness
friendship and laughter. The day you will be liked or .... some say
not so good. I was packing my things until three a clock in morning.
And early early we took off. To the village in The middle of nowhere. Not far
from where I grow up. I do remember the house as a bit like ghost house telling stories.
Over 250 years old.

It is the first time I am in a Market like this. No table no own space I got worried
it was easy to leave with items in your hand.

For a moment I was looking at the next project outside the window.


Some did sell other things

This beautiful door It wanted to stay half closed

It Had nice windows.

The day is at end we pack our things and go home.

Already booked for next year. I am exited to come back to this beautiful house
To see the progress. We had 250 visitors, we did well,
The house is special all wooden details is original The walls are rebuilt with
clay and straw. The heating system built inside the walls. Altogether very beautiful.