Born to this world screaming like everyone else, upset about leaving my safe and secure hidingplace. Where ever I looked there were unfamiliar things, peoples and expressions. Something was sounded in my so called ears, which I later understood were words. New places scared me.
As life has moved on I have come to realize that life really is meant to be lived the way you desire, no matter what. You and I, we can overcome all obstacles and live our dreams instead of just creating images of a different life.
At hellocloud you can read my travel stories, look at my photos and read some of my deeper thoughts or even perhaps some poetry. It will fulfill all my needs and hopefully you’ll find something worth reading or gazing at.
Stay happy!
Ken Lönnström
On the 23rd of May, a couple of days after our arrival to Melbourne, we went to the city centre. By accident we witnessed a big protest against the Sri Lankan army and the systematic abuse of Tamil women. From what I’ve read the army uses “rape as a weapon of war” which makes me understand the serious and harsh faces amongst all the participants.
Around two weeks ago I met these wonderful kids, Josh and Cassidy. Both their parents were busy one day so they came and visited their auntie Jen, whom we live with. I actually met them for the first time last year and I must admit that I’m quite fond of them. Their brother Luke, who is not in the photos, is also cute and awesome.
They came to our place early in the morning. Josh brought his laptop and were having a videocall with a friend. Cas sat on Jens computer and played Farmville on Facebook. She also did lots of test on us. For instance Cas determined that if my Jenny would be a Converse-shoe, she would be the blackest of them all.
For lunch we made our now famous swedish pancakes, served with lots of berries, icecream and sugar. Instant death by pancakes, as we call them. When all of us were so full that we could burst, we went to a small playground to loose some of the energy. After that Jen drove us all to the Point Cook Homestead. A beautiful place with old buildings, a café and a beach. Josh and Cas collected shells and ran around poking the dead jellyfish on the beach. They were massive!
Before we, unfortunately, had to return the kids, we stopped at this huge and fun playground! For instance they had a pirate ship and a really long slide that exited from it which gave me lots of actionpics.
All in all, it was a magic day!
Five months ago, a few days after me and Jenny arrived in Australia, we went on a road trip with our friend Jennifer who lives in a suburb outside of Melbourne. She took us to lots of famous and beautiful places, for instance Geelong and Torquay. We also drove on the Great Ocean Road for a while and made stops at some places. Among these stops was an attraction not even Jen had visited before, which is called “The Split Point Lighthouse.” It was built in 1891 and have helped countless seafarers over the years from where it have been standing.
I have produced this shot in alot of different varities, although non of them even published on the blog… as with so many of my other pictures. Actually most of them! Last time I edited this picture was around three months ago. I looked at it tonight and it did not feel right. Beforehand it was much softer and beautiful, yet in another way. Not rough around the edges, if you get the drift. I tried to find a poem I’ve written that would fit this post and picture, however I did not find it. Probably it is one of my boxes back in Sweden.
Yes, I could have written something new, something refreshing. I’m sure that both you and me would have enjoyed that. Though this whole day I have just felt wrecked because of the evil flu that hit me yesterday. Or rather. it hit the both of us. No complaints here because I’ve not been sick since April.
The time is literally running away right now and I’m tired so I will head off for bed to try and cure myself.
Have fun and stay happy!
Love Ken
ps. For more information regarding The Split Point Lighthouse please click here.
There is despair. The trees you touch leave their fingerprints on you in the form of black charcoal. The mark stays there, even though you try to rub it off on your pants. As a reminder.
In a burned forest, which is devastating and awakens horrible thoughts, there is to me a forbidden attraction. In some ways, it is poetic. Even beautiful. In a macabre way. You understand what I mean?
That’s the name of two wonderful human beings. We have been lucky enough to have spent the day with them on a road trip with Herman. Herman also likes them, he said so on our way home. They made him smile! And blush, when I showed him the pictures I had taken. To be honest, it looked quite funny since he is already orange.
We have been to Beechworth, an old gold miners town which is quite famous in this area and is also filled with tourists. They have a highly recommended ghost tour in an abandoned mental hospital, a big candy store with lots of “black” dolls and with a no-camera-policy, an awesome brewery with real german pretzels and good bear. For those who enjoy that. And Jenny also notes that they have a great bakery.
After Beechworth we went to Woolshed Falls which is not far away, even with European standard. Jenny tried, as always, to fall down in a river. But this time a slightly larger one. I finally got the opportunity to adventure into an undiscovered area… Couple portraits! The hard drive is bursting with great pictures, although next time I’ll take even better ones.
For each time I pick up my camera, I learn something new. Either it is a new technique about my camera, another way of using my eyes or practising skills in making people feel comfortable in front of the camera. No matter what, it’s a great feeling of learning!
Have a wonderful night and thanks for today!
Lucky for us we had the day off today and spent the morning in bed, watching a movie called “Run fat boy run” and after a long lunch we took Herman out for a spin. We tracked down and visited that place with the beautiful river and the evidence of the bushfire, only because we wanted to take some pictures. Or we and we, I wanted to take the pictures, and Jenny… well she fell in the river. On purpose or not, I do not know. All I know is that I heard a big splash and before that I had seen her in the corner of my eye, climbing on top of a fallen tree that laid across the river. The tree was ten centimeters wide and I don’t know, she felt it was a good idea to play circus.
That did not stop us from taking lots of pictures and in a few days I will upload a big bunch of them but here I give you a sneak peak.
Lots of love
Edit. Jennys comment to me when I uploaded this entry was “Wow, you had a nice blog before but now it is even alot better. Because there’s a picture of me!” which was followed by her crazy laughter.
Lets just the picture tell the story. However, I am curious… What is it you see? What do you really feel?
We came home an hour ago to the kiwi orchard where we now live for an undetermined amount of time. We have been out in Myrtleford (45 minutes away) to a restaurant with a couple which we just recently got to know. Isaac and Janna. Wonderful people! Janna actually comes from Sweden and Isaacs mom is from Sweden but he was born in Australia. He lived with Janna in Sweden for four years but they moved back to Australia a short time ago.
All day have been a bit stormy, very big and dark rainy clouds have been moving over us. Just before we left tonight it began pouring down and by the time we left the car running for Janna and Isaacs door, the rain stood like fish rods in the ground. 
The night was very pleasant filled with Swedish words and ugly songs. On our way home we had a few problems, or more like a test drive course to confirm the handling on Herman is awesome. Big sticks had fallen down from the trees. Some of the trees had also buckled for the weight of the storm. Luckily for us we were able to sneak around all of these trees.
Now that we came home to Leigh and Tina, they were awake waiting for us. They had been out tonight as well and a neighbor who drove before them had a chainsaw with him, so he began chopping the trees in the way. That’s why we could get pass. If we wouldn’t have gotten home until midnight they would have gone to find us since there is no cell phone signal.
Now it really is time for bed so we are ready to prune and tie down kiwi trees in the orchard tomorrow.
But how are you guys?
His name is Herman. He’s an awesome, totally relaxed dude who really enjoys a luxurious massage containing valve adjustment and some poking on the carburetor. The three of us (me, my better half and Jenny) will in a few months travel around Australia. If you want to join for a road trip, just write. We’ll pick you up!
