If in doubt for something to do in Bergen (and you’ve finished work for the day), take the funicular and come up here. This is Fløyfellet’s second appearance on the blog, the first being well over three years ago (27th Nov 2011), and the second shot in a row of a snowy Norwegian scene with a vaguely supernatural element.
As viewed from our allotment this morning. I alleviated the pain of yesterday’s football by going out and tilling the land, or something like that. A sunny day, but cold, to greet February.
As seen from the back of my house — which I did not leave today. Too much marking to do, and too cold, though not the snow fall that was forecast.
It snowed again. A lot. Enough to make it kind of enjoyable, and that’s why I like this picture — the look of pleasure on Clare’s face. OK, let’s self-criticse about the tree growing out of her shoulder, but hey.
A familiar scene in so many ways, but we should keep our eyes open all the time, you never know when the same old view will take on a subtle character that you’ve not noted before.
A stupendous morning. With our house guests (see yesterday) having brought Maggie the labrador I took the opportunity to make the most of it. I never quite got a version of this shot that was fully what I wanted but this is near enough.
A little snow this morning, enough to provide the sort of wintry scene I was hoping for yesterday, but not enough to last through the day. Took myself up into the wood before work to see what I could capture, and took this one before the posse of ducks drifted in front of the fallen branches and spoiled the reflections.
I have on occasion been known to describe snow as the devil’s mange, but also must admit that the 90 minutes I spent out in it this morning, under clear blue skies, was probably the most beautiful experience of 2014 thus far. These are the moments worth waiting for in life.
The sign posted to the lamppost says ‘no fly tipping’. It’s irony, isn’t it. That bike’s been there for a couple of weeks now I come to think of it. And yes, it snowed last night, if only lightly. But the run of not having been near any since 21/1/13 is broken.
I’ve been stuck in the house for eight days straight. Goddammit, I was getting out today. I may still be contagious but out in a place like this, who cares?
Being 42 