Gjorde den här mixade bilden som ett minne av ett helt fantastiskt oväntat möte mitt ute i skogen igår. Det är en liten skogsväg där jag sammantaget kanske stött på fem människor det senaste halvåret. Jag hade som vanligt musik i lurarna där jag lunkade fram. Fick för mig att spela något annat än mina vanliga ”blandband” och drog igång Charles Aznavour. Efter en bit fick jag syn på en bil som stod parkerad vid sidan av stigen mitt i skogen! Jag gjorde mig beredd att kolla nummerskylten för att ta reda på vem det var. Men då såg jag att bilens ägare stod och rotade fram en vandringsstav från bagageutrymmet. Jag morsade på honom och upptäckte samtidigt att bilen var franskskyltad. Jag växlade snabbt över till franska. Helt mirakulöst hade jag träffat på en äkta fransk monsieur mitt i ödemarken i nordöstra Uppland. Efter en trevlig pratstund vankade gubben in bland träden på jakt efter svamp och jag fortsatte min vandring. Vad var oddsen att jag skulle möta en fransman på en ödslig väg just på den promenad jag valt att lyssna på fransk musik till 🫨🙃😁
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2024-08-21:
Mystery – what’s the story behind this weird image
The answer will be revealed tomorrow. It’s in the middle of the night and I have an early appointment with the podiatrist 👣
2024-08-22:
The answer to the mystery
No it’s not FotoDa. It’s Superimpose and Formulas. Basically I blended a photo from yesterday’s walk with a stock image of Paris. I did some masking too . Not sure really. It was late and I had already got some effect of my sleeping pills
I just had to create the image as a memory of something very odd that happened on my walk.
My plan was to walk to our nearest village and meet my DH at the grocery’s. But after a while my feet told me to once again head for that tiny rest of a huge forest I found last spring. In total I’ve met perhaps max 5 humans there. Perfect walking weather and for once I didn’t listen to my old fav playlist, but got the idea of listening to Charles Aznavour, for absolutely no reason whatsoever. OK – there I walked peacefully with French songs in my ears, when suddenly I noticed a car by the side of the tiny road. I was preparing for checking up who it was with help of the licence plate. But then I noticed that the owner of the car was present too. And lo and behold: The car had a French plate and the owner was a true monsieur. I got so surprised I started to speak French and told him I was just listening to Aznavour and how odd it was running into a French guy in the middle of nowhere. I didn’t even know I still could speak some French. Haven’t used it for many years. He was a nice and friendly older gentleman who was out for mushrooms. He had worked in Sweden for some years but now lives in France again. He loves to go here in the summertime when France has become too hot because of the climate change. In Uppsala there are of course people from everywhere in the world, but out here where we live – almost only typical Swedes. Over the years we have never met anyone from outside Scandinavia.
Isn’t this magic? Me choosing Aznavour, taking another road than planned and running into a monsieur 🤯😂🤩‼️
ett klockrent exempel på synkronicitet – se Wikipedia Synkronicitet