I finally succeeded in knitting a jumper successfully !
Actually semi-successfully. Its wearable, warm and comfy, not to mention the absolute best colour yarn can be. However it does look like its been dragged through hell and back — but at least it has as much character as i do.
Theres ice on the northern peninsula, and i got to see it as it froze. I’ve been in Danmark the last few weeks and i was lucky to see the first snow fall the evening i arrived. Travelling home is always full of laughs, family and hygge — not without its added travel stress from the many flights it takes to get there but usually its bearable but not this time. My trip back was horrid — my first flight was delayed by almost two hours which inevitably resulted in me missing my connection in Paris. So instead of flying from Denmark to Paris and then to Boston i had to fly to Paris, to Cincinnati-Ohio and then onwards to Boston with a good 7 hours worth of waiting around in various airports. It essentially took two days to get back to the USA instead of one. I’m still feeling the after effects. However, i was lucky i was flying at very late/early times on a Wednesday so the airports weren’t terribly busy.
On the up side, I took a walk in the forest last Saturday while the snow was starting to melt. It had been years since i wandered in the forests of the north but i’ve always remembered it as being special, and a little eerie. I kept thinking i’d see a troll hiding behind a big tree or chewing on a rock somewhere, but my mind has always existed in places that often attribute to loneliness in thinking. But theres something very different about Nordic forests. Something that you don’t see or feel anywhere else, and i’m so happy i got to experience it again after so many years of lulling the memory. The hanging branches, sunlight flaring through the trees and the ground bedded in moss — what bliss and just what i needed to end a difficult year.
So while i’m getting back on track and sleeping off my ever draining exhaustion i’ll leave you with a Happy Christmas.
I’m definitely a a snow baby — i was born in June but i’ve always preferred winter over summer, not that both don’t have their good and bad sides. Well its officially the first of December — the first advent has started and i enjoyed my day by sipping piping hot tea and flicking through and old book handed down to me called ” Dronningens Læge.” Its an old book with old newspaper cutouts from articles about the real story behind the book. This little spine of pages smells like the magic of the forest and whisper of the wind, and i can’t wait till i have the time to sit down and really focus on the words and the story.
Its on my to read list and its pretty high up there so when i finish “Buffalo Girls” and “Vorherres rævefælde” this might be my next stop on the literary path. However its a matter of how i feel when i finish a book that determines my next step. If i have a book hang over — all betters are off and shit hits the fan. But for now i’ll pretend i’ll read it soon because its a warming thought.
Now, back to the candlelight and hot tea.
A goodnight, i bid thee!
“We dont see things as they are, we see them as we are,” and its so true. It was thanksgiving last week and instead of sitting at a table eating semi-dry turkey we packed up our car and drove due North — to the mountains. Some of you may have seen an update on my insta-story. I’m not really one for holidays apart from Christmas and i’m terrible with dates, to me it was just another day. The further north we went the more the winter caved in on us like a light fog. The roads started to bristle with ice and the trees sprinkled flakes as we drove. Winter is my favourite time of year; i love warm sweaters, knitted blankets, cuddling with Basil on the sofa and any excuse to wear my big snow boots — i’ll take it!
It was around lunch time so it had already started to get dark but the lighting was perfect for photography even the evening was on pointe; warm and softening — my favourite light to work with but unfortunately i don’t get out as much as i’d like to take pictures. I’m glad that i did, my excitement for photographic art was renewed and working with my camera was rewarding.
In short it was a perfect day with perfect company.
Sometimes we need small things to remind us why we work so hard everyday, why we do what we need to so we can do the things that make us happy and make every day a little more special. Photographing my drifting and travels is a huge part of my life (though i sometimes try to deny it when i get frustrated), but sadly sometimes i neglect it because its hard to afford consistent upgrading of equipment and i also work too much. At least too much to go out and take pictures as much as i’d like.
We drove the Kangamangus highway. We were told it was beautiful in the fall, but no — its at its most beautiful in the winter. No body else was up there and miles of forest/mountain road a head of us. We stopped wherever we wanted and Basil was able to explore without disturbance.
Deep in the forest of the mountains was a secret kept only by mountains and trolls… a quiet lake lined in trees and hidden under a thick sheet of ice — completely forgotten as all the tourists and geese had travelled to warmer states. There it was in the winter sun with three playing ducks bathing in the only pool of water left unfrozen. Animals nickered, scratched, squeaked and scarpered. And that warm light i told you about started to die.