Friday 6th February 2015, 2.10pm (day 1,261)
I know I did the snowy mountain shot on my way into Bergen, and here we are doing it again on the way back home, but it was either that or a photo of my breakfast. This one is better. And creamier.
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On Mount Fløyen
Wednesday 4th February 2015, 4.30pm (day 1,259)
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.
Hillside
Sunday 1st February 2015, 10.55am (day 1,256)
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.
Rooves and windows, Hebden Bridge
Thursday 29th January 2015, 12.10pm (day 1,253)
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.
In the snow
Wednesday 21st January 2015, 12.25pm (day 1,245)
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.
Snowy sunset
Tuesday 20th January 2015, 3.50pm (day 1,244)
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.
Maggie rolls in the snow
Sunday 18th January 2015, 10.30am (day 1,242)
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.
The Nutclough mill-pond
Wednesday 14th January 2015, 8.45am (day 1,238)
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.
On the way to Old Town
Sunday 28th December 2014, 12.15pm (day 1,221)
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.
Beneath the ‘no fly tipping’ sign
Saturday 27th December 2014, 11.35am (day 1,220)
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.
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