A first comment for all you that not reads Swedish particular good.
Since Google translator really don’t get it right, I’ll give it try myself. It is difficult having only a few words in your vocabulary when expressing yourself, and I really could not get through the feeling I wanted. For what it’s worth, here it is:
A tender, weary hand
On closed, silent eyes
We were good together
It gives at least an idea of what this was about, although the words I came up with in English really doesn’t makes this sing at all.
Thanks for the translation, Ove. I think that you do remarkably well with English. I wish that I knew another language so well. My wife is from Brazil; you should hear my fractured Portuguese! Ick!
Yes, I guess you have to try a bit to be able to communicate a bit in Portuguese with relatives and friends. You get along much better if you try out a few phrases, it makes other ease up a bit and not being embarrassed over the bad English. I can communicate a bit in German and Italian too, enough to break the ice and continue in broken English. Thanks for your kind words about my English, it makes me proud that you who have such a well developed language experience it this way.
I want to second Paul’s comment on your impressive skills with one of your alternate languages. I do well to be coherent in English and lately I don’t even tackle anything else.
The photo makes me feel sad and a sense of loss for what once was. I felt that before reading your translation.
Truly, Anita, I read your writing very carefully and your language is very inspiring too me. In fact, I read as much as I look at your pictures. I owe you for this, because I learn a lot from your language.
To the photo. It is a sense of loss I’m writing about. The house on the picture is where my family started their life on Kökar, the island I have been showing pictures from, you know. The house will sadly not last for much longer, and I have tried to put words on my feeling by expressing the house and the rose bush in front of it as a couple. In fact, they have been each other’s company too, for some almost 100 years. I have by the way taken a part of the rose bush with me back home, to South Sweden where I live now. That felt good, because this means I will be able to cultivate this memory for as long as I live.
Yes, it's true, this site is in fact near to insignificant, if you ask around for ranks and such. I hope you'll enjoy anyway, the Internet outskirts aren't that bad, after all.
A first comment for all you that not reads Swedish particular good.
Since Google translator really don’t get it right, I’ll give it try myself. It is difficult having only a few words in your vocabulary when expressing yourself, and I really could not get through the feeling I wanted. For what it’s worth, here it is:
A tender, weary hand
On closed, silent eyes
We were good together
It gives at least an idea of what this was about, although the words I came up with in English really doesn’t makes this sing at all.
Thanks for the translation, Ove. I think that you do remarkably well with English. I wish that I knew another language so well. My wife is from Brazil; you should hear my fractured Portuguese! Ick!
Yes, I guess you have to try a bit to be able to communicate a bit in Portuguese with relatives and friends. You get along much better if you try out a few phrases, it makes other ease up a bit and not being embarrassed over the bad English. I can communicate a bit in German and Italian too, enough to break the ice and continue in broken English.
Thanks for your kind words about my English, it makes me proud that you who have such a well developed language experience it this way.
I want to second Paul’s comment on your impressive skills with one of your alternate languages. I do well to be coherent in English and lately I don’t even tackle anything else.
The photo makes me feel sad and a sense of loss for what once was. I felt that before reading your translation.
Truly, Anita, I read your writing very carefully and your language is very inspiring too me. In fact, I read as much as I look at your pictures. I owe you for this, because I learn a lot from your language.
To the photo. It is a sense of loss I’m writing about. The house on the picture is where my family started their life on Kökar, the island I have been showing pictures from, you know. The house will sadly not last for much longer, and I have tried to put words on my feeling by expressing the house and the rose bush in front of it as a couple. In fact, they have been each other’s company too, for some almost 100 years. I have by the way taken a part of the rose bush with me back home, to South Sweden where I live now. That felt good, because this means I will be able to cultivate this memory for as long as I live.
A magic image, a magic composition, and the Lensbaby is a perfect match.
Thanks, Andreas. I find the Lensbaby extraordinary well-suited for emotional shots like this. Thanks!