through nightly mists I beckon
for you to strike out alone
and meet me, on the moor
come rain or come shine
Time runs fast, and seasons fly
Eternity exists nowhere but in moments –
To the soundtrack of Yö – Joutsenlaulu, in a way a Finnish national song, breathing a graceful down-to-earth melancholia.
you were fantastic to behold, and I am so happy that, crappy though it may be, my zoom camera managed to catch a handful of good images of your silvery-red beauty across one and a half cold cold hours of trying to push the release without blurring the images too much.
the moongazer with the sore arms
For while nature is fickle, I know you will be true
The last days of any given year always have an air of tension and finality to me, like something fundamental will definitely change before the last day of the year is over, whether I end up noticing what it is or not. It’s weird, really, hard to put into words.
Such it has also been this time, but the days were a neat experience because Terry, Ole and Erik stayed with me in my little flat for a few days. Besides a lot of N64 and Assassin’s Creed II gaming, my favourite experiences were our two little running adventures: one in autumn colours and one clad in freshly fallen snow. These are the pictures, two little overviews first!