of iron skies, of singing winds, skeleton of stones and a fire in my heart.

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romeo återvänder ensam.
as we were driving on the road, the sky suddenly turned unexplainable, it looked like it was starting to rain, but i know it isnt.  dark clouds loomed the sky and it's cold, really cold.

mikael and me continued driving to the east towards the small town called kåseberga, we just passed ystad and now were  slowly driving in the uplands. the sea is not to see anymore, but lots of sea gulls flying around.

as we arrived in the small town of kåseberga at about 2 pm, i was like a child about to open up his christmas gift, i couldnt contain my excitement anymore.
the mother stone, if the sun reflects here its the start of the summer solstice.
  mikael parked the car, and just outside the parking lot was a big information about ale stenar (stones of ale). he explained it to me before the story of the stones, since he studied history - that there are many debates about it, scholars claimed that it was a graveyard of the king ale, but another man contradicted this theory mr. bob lind. that viking burial grounds are made of mounds like the viking ruin in jelling in denmark and that this stone monument is a big astrological calendar.
see works and theories of mr. bob lind for more informations about the stones:  ale stenar

since i can read and understand little swedish (german language cousin), i tried reading the informations, but i gave up because i cant think with the chill but mikael patiently and warmingly explained that these stones are used to tell time between summer and winter solstice.
stand on the single print of time.
  that the vikings use this to know the time to plant  and harvest crops,  then leave the land because deep winter is coming and the sea freezes. then the time for them to roam other lands, sail away, conquer, then go back again when the time comes.

as me and mikael walked, well, he walks faster than me because he has big strides for a tall person, i was left behind,  but i dont mind because i was admiring the scenery within. suprisingly, for a famous landmark such as ale stenar, there were ALMOST NO TOURISTS around. well a couple of tour vans and that was it but the people were already returning. we walked through the small village of kåseberga, a small and quiet village, it was amazing because instead of asphalt or concrete on the streets, tit was covered with grainy sands  almost like pebble path.
the sky isn't always blue.
a small forest with a narrow brook, then amazingly the sun shone beneath the clouds and specks of blue are to be seen within the wild and unpredictable clouds.

i wasnt tired or sleepy anymore, i was awaken, by the magic of the moment, it doenst take a majestic situation to impress me or bring me this feeling, it just that this was i wanted to see since i decided to come to scandinavia and finally i am here, its a small fulfillment.

it was a beautiful walk to ale stenar, sandy path with bushes of gold reflect the hiding sun in the clouds, ravens squawking, soft grass, cows resting or eating, the listless baltic sea in the distant, flocks of seagulls flew over the horizon, and the silhoutte of ale stenar comes close from afar.
ale stenar, the sundial of the vikings.


at the top of the cliff was very very cold and windy, i thanked that i had my gloves so i can take pics wihtout my hand shivering and withstood the cold and wind for a time. the climate in the coasts are very fast changing, and the sun, giving all the light it could muster against the stubborn clouds in the sky.

mikael was already there, examining the area, he was here when he was a child and it's been a long time since he visited ale stenar. i was following a woman with about 5 big dogs held in her one hand and behind me was no one in sight. as i looked back, it was, dont call me corny, but it was a field of gold.

ale stenar was built directly in the cliffs, where you can see the horizon,  when i stood in middle, i felt  the connection of all the elements inside me  - wind, fire, earth, water and man.  i had never felt this way before i stand in an ancient ruin, the parthenon, the temple of hephaistos, the temple of zeus,  forget it, the only close feeling i had was, when i was in the  temple of poseidon - but the touristy atmosphere ruins the pondering thoughts.
alone above the raging sea.


down in the cliffs, i could see the small harbor of kåseberga, the sea pounding its waves on the rocks and the pier, there were few people, and i wondered how could they survive the deep and harsh winter if it came to this land?

after an hour, i saw mikael shivering, but he was too shy to approach me and say it's time to go, so i was the first one to ask him, and he said ok. he was such a nice host to me and i really appreciated what he had done - everything for me.

as the sun slowly sets, giving the sky an unnatural shade of blue, i felt so peaceful inside,  i did not came here as a tourist to take pics and go away, but as a visitor taking part in an ancient ritual in the history,  of iron skies, of singing winds, skeleton of stones and a fire in my heart.

an icy wind over the water that carries an echo from the dead world.

i was here.


RENESO says:
why it changed your life? one of the vikings ka ba?
Posted on: Nov 10, 2009
steph928 says:
your photos are wonderful.
Posted on: Oct 30, 2009
lauro says:
this place changed my life!
Posted on: Feb 26, 2009
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romeo återvänder ensam.
the mother stone, if the sun refle…
the mother stone, if the sun refl…
stand on the single print of time.
stand on the single print of time.
the sky isnt always blue.
the sky isn't always blue.
ale stenar, the sundial of the vik…
ale stenar, the sundial of the vi…
alone above the raging sea.
alone above the raging sea.
ok, this way to ale stenar! hahaha
ok, this way to ale stenar! hahaha
the small town of kåseberga.
the small town of kåseberga.
the houses in the small town of k…
the houses in the small town of k…
i dont know which flower this is.
i dont know which flower this is.
the sandy path leading to ale sten…
the sandy path leading to ale ste…
mikael walking through the path.
mikael walking through the path.
path that leads to the town.
path that leads to the town.
fields of gold.
fields of gold.
a lonely tree.
a lonely tree.
the walk to ale stenar.
the walk to ale stenar.
this is a cliff.
this is a cliff.
ale stenar in the distant.
ale stenar in the distant.
of iron skies, of singing winds, s…
of iron skies, of singing winds, …
mikael walking through the stones.
mikael walking through the stones.
funny how my feet and dreams never…
funny how my feet and dreams neve…
ale stenar.
ale stenar.
up close.
up close.
ale stenar in fading light.
ale stenar in fading light.
he moved like the sunset.
he moved like the sunset.
the edge of the mother stone.
the edge of the mother stone.
there is fiction in the space betw…
there is fiction in the space bet…
just like heaven.
just like heaven.
du bist zu weit wie der wind.
du bist zu weit wie der wind.
the cliffs of kåseberga.
the cliffs of kåseberga.
going back to the car.
going back to the car.
Kaseberga Sights & Attractions review
ale stenar: the sundial of the vikings
there were alot of debates about these strange stones lying in the cliffs above the small town of kåseberga, in the south of sweden, the region calle… read entire review
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photo by: lauro