Sunday, 31 August 2014

August moments

Summer is truly over.
The nature is changing colours
The nights are drawing in
I am closing a chapter
It is a good feeling
....and a bit sad.....

Morning view from my bedroom in the mountains

Beautiful weather and still a hint of summer in early august

Finally I was able to catch som of the local wildlife on camera. This little one has been running around our garden all summer.

Bad weather and nature changing colour in mid August.

A selfie by accident.


The whole month I spent at the mountain lodge.


By the end of the month autumn is really here and we even have frost on the ground in the morning.

Wednesday, 27 August 2014

The road not taken...or?

"The road not taken" by Robert Frost is one of my favourite poems. This week it came to mind as I am prepairing to leave my job at the mountain lodge and I am wondering if I will ever come back. And it is always this question - what now?


The Road Not Taken      

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost

Sunday, 24 August 2014

Thursday, 14 August 2014

August 14 - Thusday

It is the 14th of August.
It is thursday.
Mountian life continues.
Can't wait to see the end of it.
Here is my day.

Good morning. It s not looking to bad.
I have the early shift at the lodge, and it is a quiet morning for a change.

We become busier as the day goes on.
This week we have really felt that there is a change of season underway. It is colder and nature seems to have gotten dull in preparation to change colours.

I am feeling tired at the moment and not very social. Spent the evening kntting my blanket in front of the telly.

I eve had a cup of tee. I rarely do, but tonight I did.

Sunday, 10 August 2014

B is for bridges..

Bridges - actual bridges that you can cross and that will get you from one place to another. Or mental ones that you can cross to get from one place to another. Or maybe you should burn them?
I grew up on an island and I can rememeber when the bridge to the mainland was opened. The feeling of freedom. We could cross it whenever we wanted to. No more ferry times to check or to fear loosing. I remeber watching the process of the bridge being built. One part extending ever a bit further from each end, untill they finally met and the islanders where allowed to walk across. This colossal of concrete and steele took us to the other side so easily. How great it was. 

In a few weeks I will cross a bridge, or perhaps burn it, I am not sure. The road here has been long and winding. A lot toing and froing has taken place. Now I am here where the two ends has met and I am going to walk across that bridge.
I hope that it will give me that feeling I had when I was twelve and walked across the bridge from my homeisland for the first time. The bridge I will cross now is not made of steel and concrete, it is more like the suspension bridge above - a bit wiggily when you step on to it.
  We'll see if it carries me.

Monday, 4 August 2014

The shoefactory

The shoefactory in Aurland is famous througout Norway. The factory is placed in a small, modest building in a backstreet in Aurland. The factory as a business was started in the 1930's, but it goes back as far as the 1800's when shoes where made for English lords who came to Aurland to fish salmon. At the most, 90 people has been employed with shoemaking in Aurland

The shoes they produce is the traditional penny loafer, known as Aurlandsskoen througout Norway. I remember having a pair of these shoes as a child.
It is possible to visit the factory and the outlet. They have really been able to renew themselves. Now you not only find the traditional shoe likethe one in the photos above, but you also find it in so many different colours and materials. I was quite impressed.