Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts

Monday, 31 March 2014

ARCTIC THYME, ICE SCRIBBLES










Flora memories of the Arctic from some years back and the melting ice scribbles from a week ago. On Saturday two swans swimming in open water behind windows.

Coffee cups in sunshine with friends, music and bicycling. Piles of unread newspapers forecast more sunny days ahead.

Welcome spring, though the winter can´t really leave us as she never completely came. 

Happy last day of March!

Monday, 16 May 2011

A CUCKOO BEHIND STACKS OF FIREWOOD







Waking up with a cuckoo singing, walking barefoot. Falling asleep inside a forest. Mother´s Day and a week at grandparents´. Old treasures, memories and many centimeters of growing color green.

Today raindrops are washing everything. Slowly. Clouds traveling behind the green horizon. Some looking like mountains, some like colorless reflections of forests and lakes. Upside-down. A blue line between them of darker clouds.

Have a mellow new week, with lots of golden circles around clouds.

Tuesday, 9 March 2010

GREEN MEMORIES




Hello mountains,
hello green color!

It is all white in here still, but the streets have melt. At home I found some photos in green. The first image is taken on a rainy road from a car. A magician´s car. He was a very kind one. Only because he never had been in Ísafjörður, he and his friend decided to drive us there. Next morning they had to be gone when we woke up, but then they told that maybe they want to drive us even a bit further. We saw seals bathing in the sun. Late afternoon they continued their journey and we stayed over the night sleeping next to a big waterfall. Next morning we met two travelers who took us to a ferry and then further to a glacier. There we slept another night.

The last two pictures are from Dalvík, "Valley Bay". Up to the mountains I walked many times. There the sounds were so far and soft, long continuous echo of cars and the sea humming together. The wind very straight but not as strong as I thought. Birds singing to show me where to walk, not near to their nests. A small waterfall coming from the glacier hurrying down to the sea.

All the shades of green,

Anna Emilia