Old stone fences.

Taken out on a drive with the pony. This is one of the most charming spots along this route, with the old stone fence and the huge tree behind me in the first shot, and a lovely view of both the village by the fjord and the mountains. Nordviksula covered in mist and the old […]

A hack through the fog. 

 A fog drifts in, the heavy laden Cold white ghost of the sea—  One by one the hills go out,  The road and the pepper-tree.       I watch the fog float in at the window  With the whole world gone blind, Everything, even my longing, drowses, Even the thoughts in my mind.         I […]