Thursday, 24 October 2013

Rain

Living in the west of Norway, means getting used to wet weather. All seasons offer a lot of rain generally. This particular autumn has been dry so far. But nothing lasts for ever, so this week has been back to normal - rainy. I moved back to Bergen in 2009 when I went back to University, and I can rememeber it raining every day in September that year. But I have lived with this kind of weather all my life, and it doesn't stop me from going out on my run. Here are some images form my part of town this week.


Raindrops on my cars windscreen in the carpark at work.
Raindrops on the livingroom window


Clouds coming in from the North.



Clouds hanging down over the mountains

Friday, 18 October 2013

Autumn





We are so late into the autumn, that we can start to anticipate winter. Autumn is my favourite time of year. I love it when the eternal daylight starts to fade, when you notice that we are moving on. I love the changes going on in the nature.

Yesterday I walked through leaves everywhere, they where showering over me as I walked through a beautiful October day. This autumn has been warm in Norway, to warm I've found. Yesterday a cold wind was blowing from the north - and it felt right.

The Autumn

Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them —
The summer flowers depart —
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.

How there you sat in summer-time,
May yet be in your mind;
And how you heard the green woods sing
Beneath the freshening wind.
Though the same wind now blows around,
You would its blast recall;
For every breath that stirs the trees,
Doth cause a leaf to fall.

Oh! like that wind, is all the mirth
That flesh and dust impart:
We cannot bear its visitings,
When change is on the heart.
Gay words and jests may make us smile,
When Sorrow is asleep;
But other things must make us smile,
When Sorrow bids us weep!

The dearest hands that clasp our hands, —
Their presence may be o’er;
The dearest voice that meets our ear,
That tone may come no more!
Youth fades; and then, the joys of youth,
Which once refresh’d our mind,
Shall come — as, on those sighing woods,
The chilling autumn wind.

Hear not the wind — view not the woods;
Look out o’er vale and hill —
In spring, the sky encircled them —
The sky is round them still.
Come autumn’s scathe — come winter’s cold —
Come change — and human fate!
Whatever prospect Heaven doth bound,
Can ne’er be desolate.

Elizabeth Barret Browning

Thursday, 10 October 2013

Knitting

These past few months I have had time to og back to my old hobby - knitting. I have always been quite fond of using my hands, as we say, create something, and knitting has been a favourite for many years. There have been times I haven't knitted a lot, but at the moment I am in a steem. That means that I buy a lot of year, can never get enough of that. At the moment I am knitting clothes, tops, cardigans sweaters.

Here are some photos of my produce.

This is going to be a top, but I have run out of yarn.

Halfway through a sweater. Need to buy more yarn.




Something I managed to finish. It is a sweater Sarah Lund style.


Hopefully it will be a cardigan. The yarn is Nice, but really thin.

Lots more work to do

Friday, 4 October 2013

Costa Brava

I have spent most of the week in Costa Brava, Catalonia, Spain. Visited the towns Tossa del Mar, Barcelona and Tarragona. Beautiful places on a beautiful coastline. The weather was warm and sunny all week, which is nice for a northerner in October. It was a week of metropolis, beach, history, wine. Very good to get away from it all for a few days.

Here are some images from the trip.