One morning, we woke up to the very first snow of the season. But just a thin layer, compared to the rest of the country. It was beautiful though, with some of the autumn colours still shining through and a thick morning fog that rose up from the fjord.
We had the most colourful autumn here this year, which I tried my best to make the most out of together with the horses. After being away for two weeks working with other horses, tacking them up for others to ride and guiding their rides on foot, and then end my stay with a trip to the Oslo Horse Show, I was full of inspiration and motivation to start working my own horses again. After a very busy summer, I think they appreciated having two full weeks off.
I also brought my camera with me on a drive with the pony for once, to capture the wonderful scenery..
Alvin the Shetland at the bottom of the big pasture.
Embla the Fjord horse.
Enjoying the colours together with Alvin.
The farm, with our mountain towering behind.
Nordviksula (1318 meters above sea level)
Looking down at the village of Nordvik, in between the fjord and the mountains.
Did you have a colourful autumn where you live?
When autumn arrives, it’s time for me to go to my favourite place down south to work at the farm I look at as my second home for the holidays. I just wish my own farm was located closer, so I could go there more often.
Back home the leaves had barely started changing colours in some places, but the higher up I came in the mountains the prettier it was. I had to stop several places during the 8 hour drive just to admire the landscape and take photos.
I have to pass three mountains to get to the farm, each just as beautiful as ever.
My new pickup truck took me safe through the snow and the ice on Valdresflya, and I am glad I chose that road despite the conditions.
The smell of crisp air and the strong, icy wind made the view somewhat more powerful, feeling the forces of nature tear at my hair and clothes. I just wish that could show in the photos too..
On trips like this one, I am really in love with my country. The mountains, the lakes and the wild, untamed nature..
A few weeks ago we spent a weekend at our summer house on a tiny island just off the west coast. My mum, who grew up there, had already been there a couple of weeks, and we helped her clearing away trees and shrubs from what once was a garden/small potato field. The weather wasn’t great, but it was a nice weekend anyway.
One of the days we went for a walk along one of the beaches where we used to go swimming when I was little. It was rainy and very windy, but surprisingly everyone tagged along when I insisted on going on a walk despite the weather. I thought it was nice to be out, very refreshing with the salty ocean wind in my face and the roar of the Atlantic ocean in my ears.
In weather like this, you really fell alive..
Sunday turned out to be the best day weather-wise of course, only too typical when we had to spend it all in the car on our way home.
It has been about ten years since the first time I watched Schindler’s List in class, and although it made a big impression on me at the time, I haven’t seen the whole movie again before this evening.
I didn’t remember the whole story, but a few things stuck with me. The girl in the red coat (of course), the mother and child that faced separation so many times but managed to stay together, the boy hiding in the latrine, the hot day when Schindler talked the SS-soldiers into using the water hose on the train carriages.
The main reason for watching this movie again was as a “preparation” to our upcoming project in the windband. We’re having another movie and musical themed series of concerts in March, as a follow-up to our huge success in 2015. We will be playing the theme from Schindler’s List, as shared below with a solo violinist.
My goal is to try to watch most of the movies/musicals we’ll play songs from, just because I would like to know the stories, the mood and setting where the song or theme is used and the story behind the lyrics if there are any. It makes performing the themes even more special.
Earlier today, this theme was “just” a beautiful piece of music. Now, it means so much more after seeing it in the setting it was written for. And the movie is so heartbreaking, terrifying and then emotional at the same time, something which I can clearly feel when listening to the theme now, and I can’t wait till we get it together and will start practising with the soloist.
Now I’m going to listen to the rest of the wonderful soundtrack. John Williams never disappoints ❤
“Heavy fog is a weird guide; if you go on a journey with him, it takes you from nowhere and leaves you at nowhere.”
― Mehmet Murat ildan
When I got out of bed this morning, the world outside was gone. All covered up in a thick layer of white fog. I brought my camera out with me when I went out to do the morning rounds to the animals.
“I really love fog. It hides you from the world and the world from you. You feel that everything has changed, and nothing is what it seemed to be. No one can find or touch you any more.”
– Eugene O’Neill, Long Day’s Journey Into Night