Yesterday we saw the first sign of spring. Not a big sign by any means, but a sign nonetheless. This snow is on a handrail just along from our flat, and the sun has just started to melt it. It’s amazing how good it feels. So we woke up this morning to -14 and overcast. [...]
Orange trees
Unfortunately we live in a country where there are no oranges on the trees, but at least the trees can be orange in the morning sunlight:)
The morning after
This morning on Mosvannet there was no-one around and a light snow had fallen. This ice-hockey puck was the only evidence of the game that had taken place the night before. This weeks challenge on Photofriday is “Chill”
View from the frozen lake
For once Mosvannet has frozen without any snow on it, and that means that the ice is perfect for skating. This evening there were lots of people out enjoying themselves. For an amateur photographer the cold weather provides a great opportunity for seeing local landmarks from a new angle.
Frosty leaf
Winter has arrived, and with it the coldest night in November for 37 years. -11,7 to be exact.
A whiter shade of pale
My camera was stolen on the train in Scotland so at the moment I’ll have to ply you all with old photos. Thankfully i’ve got plenty of them. Here’s a view from Hardangervidda most notable for its whiteness.
All on my own I sit here in the cold
…but the sunset is spectacular and the weather is great:) Think positive!
The lightness of the mist
The cold weather spell continues…who would have guessed that I’d be wanting rain on the west coast of Norway? But there you are, we have to accept what we are dealt. The sinking temperature in the evenings makes the moist air above the frozen lake freeze, so the sunsets become quite spectacular. Photofriday has lightness [...]
At the funfair
You can always tell when it’s spring my Mum used to say, because the children get dressed up and come out to dig. The same can be said of the teenagers, except they go to the funfair when it’s 6 degrees outside.
Layers
The sea and sky seem to be mirroring eash other here, layer upon layer of colours.
