Taken by my friend, Ida Ovedie while visiting her at Kvistli Islandshestsenter.
(Link to her photography page here)
When I grew up, we had snow every winter. It would come in November and stay until spring, and it would always be white outside on my birthday in December. Then suddenly one year, there wasn’t any snow on my birthday and we could play longball on the lawn. Since then the amount of snow at this time of year has been delivered as rain instead, and we’re left with a grey, brown, wet and cold view at Christmas instead of the snowy landscape we associate with the holidays. Nowadays, the snow usually comes in January, and stays around until March-ish.
I do prefer the snow, but one thing I like about these “modern” winters is the fog. I love fog, it makes the surroundings so mystical, unfamiliar and quiet..
Photos taken with my phone, so not the greatest quality..
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..