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 […]
While I was away, the nature has really exploded in yellows, reds and browns back home. Our mountain looks like she’s on fire, and the vividness of the landscape is just stunning.
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 […]
“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 […]
Last sunday, the fog creeped in over the felled area on the ridge by our farm, and made the whole place look like a deserted battleground, or maybe the remains of a long gone forest fire. As my followers on Tumblr probably know too well, I am fascinated by all those wonderful photos of fogs […]
My annual hike, or something like that. I do go for a lot of walks in various terrain throughout the year though, but I rarely go on those proper hikes where you’re out walking for hours on end. And it’s fine, because my body is in no shape to walk that far very often! (I guess […]
I took these photos one morning in late September, while showing my boyfriend’s family around the farm. The sun had just appeared from behind the mountain, the grass still covered in soft morning dew.
For most women and children at the farms in the old days, every summer had spent at the summer pasture for the livestock to feed on the riches of the mountain while their husbands and farm hands made hay of the grass at home. Very few families still follow the tradition, since modern techniques makes it […]