was looking at the coins i have and realized that the image of the king on the coins were different at different years, although the king's name was the same. so i guess the picture must be of the king at that time, and as he ages, so does the relief picture. there's one image for the 80's, 90's and now the 00's?
oh yeah, by the way, you call the years between 1990 and 1999 the nineties, the years between 1980 and 1989 the eighties, and so what do you call the years between 2000 and 2009? i digress.
reminded of the time Jesus asked for a coin and asked, whose image is it. if it were today, you would say King Gustaf. one moral behind that episode is that the world's riches are controlled by men, who fashion things in their image. but when we look at nature, and when we look at ourselves, realize that we are fashioned after God himself.
Give me a mirror.
Whose image do you see?
Mine?
No, God's.
Give unto God what belongs to God.
posted here without prior permission from The Economist.
forgot to post this a long time ago.
went to ikea and bought this duvet cover. was too cool to miss.
this is the proper way to use the unique duvet cover.
yes, there is the dark side to everything.
last monday from morning till night there was heavy fog over the whole city. i thought i woke up in heaven, but the biting cold woke me to reality. i quite like the fog, coz it makes the air humid, so my skin doesnt feel so dry and cracked. the vapour has a kind of smell that i like too, and it makes breathing in the cold easier.
all saints' day, celebrated on Nov 1st. is a day to remember saints, and those who have gone to a better (or worse) place.
in Sweden, there is a huge cemetery park called Skogskyrkogården which is also known as the wooded cemetery, a UNESCO world heritage site (there's this thing going on in my head to visit a many of these heritage sites in the world as possible).
anyway, on this night, people visit the graves of family and friends not to say 'over my dead body' but to light candles in remembrance. sounds like Qing Ming (7th month ghost festival) of the chinese, but the ang moh dead dont get any hell money to spend.
its quite a sight if there is quite a lot of candles. so the best bet was to go to the biggest cemetery around, i.e. Skogskyrkogården (which really translated means forest cemetery), so in the -5C temperatures, i braved onwards with my camera and tripod.
and i was rewarded with quite a number of memorable sights.
some famous guy, perhaps not famous enough coz i didnt know who.
panoramic shot from one high point of the garden.
you can put candles, notes, flowers, wreaths.
i have a flame and it burns from the inside, and what the world sees is the cross, shining out of me
leftover from yesterday, dont waste
these people just put candles by the side of the path, to remember their loved ones who are not burried in this area
i have no idea what this is for. its some gas torches around a stone slab (not a grave, i checked)
the way of the cross (notice the stars? its not dead pixels on your monitor)
the other way of the cross
another spot for those who just have candles
more atas people have private areas.
stars (30 second exposure time)
path to a chapel.
angel of death knocks on your door
this is where the name comes from, you have woods, and you have stones
lights for the living and for the dead
its not as eerie as it looks here, its actually quite calming to walk through the forests.
you walk from one end to the other to reach the chapel. its supposed to be a reflective walk. as you walk deeper, it gets darker and you sort of loose hope, then suddenly when yo think all is lost, there is a clearing and you see the chapel.
will go back again one day when its sunny and bright and see the difference.
what 430pm looks like now.
pretty if you have time to stand and stare, but this life is full of care
isnt frost pretty?
some random shots of birds who are picking up the berries from plants
yea, leaves all gone, but berries still there. God feeds the sparrows.
