I have been on the lookout for a blog theme that would fit in both large photos, series of photos and posts with videos or just text. Nothing perfect for my needs is available. So I am trying something new for my photos of the week – a brand new section of my blog: Annina’s Photos. Yay!
I will link from here to there every week and see if you will join me on that extra click. I hope you will since the photos are much prettier on a larger scale.
It seems winter is here to stay. January was the coldest in 23 years and the forecast promises more snow in the coming week. And I rather like it! It takes a bit of getting used to but when you have accepted that you can forget about shoes and go straight for the boots and when you put on two of three woolen shirts under your jacket without even thinking about it then winter, real winter, is quite enjoyable.
I have been taking some photos of frozen Copenhagen so here you are.
When the harbour started freezing you sort of realised this was no ordinary winter. I can’t remember when that happened last.
And the three lakes in the middle of the city have become a new road to work for some.
And a playground for others. Ice hockey players and a dad who cleared a part of the ice to slide his kid on. Looked like fun!
Why cancel your jogging routine just because of a bit of snow?
This is a Fiat 500. Seems kinda wrong with that coat or is that just me in a weak moment picturing nice summerly Rome?
Yesterday some guy had the back window of his car crushed by falling ice taps. Must have been the size of these…
Blue skies and low winter sun on the snow is one of the benefits that make this winter the one with fewest winter depressions in years.
It sure is beautiful – this is by my work, and when the sun shines I feel pretty privileged.
And then it snows again. And again. And again. And the kids get renewed surfaces for their tobogganing.
The rest of us get a chance to flex our muscles. And no, I’m glad you asked, salt is no where to be gotten.
Fur, sun, snow and black trees. Winter is alright!
Driving home in the night I spotted this on my car’s dashboard just below the tiny, cutesy little ice stars on the windscreen. And no that there is not a dash, that is a minus…
Freakin’ #&*€% cold! And when you walk in the snow, which yes, we do have a lot of too, it sounds just like it did when I was in Greenland, same particular crispness or whatever quality it is. I’m not really saying enough is enough. Yet. But I will next week when another blizzard hits us and I’m out there trying to clear the pavement in front of my house.
The Swedes are lucky. They have the fabulous Daniel Harding leading their radio symphony orchestra for one thing. And some days ago they gave a New Year’s concert with none other than Welsh bass barytone Bryn Terfel. Watching the show, which was a soft cocktail of opera, operetta and musical pieces, I was reminded of one of my favourite memories.
Some seven years ago I lived in Rome for a semester studying at the university and there I encountered one of my to this day closest friends. One afternoon I was visiting him and we were listening to opera together, me quite frantically explaining why it was all so wonderful. And while explaining I got so excited I just switched from Italian to my mother tongue without even noticing it. It became a sort of defining moment to our new friendship me unconsciously believing he would understand me even in Danish…
The thing I was so in to was Jago’s credo from Verdi’s Othello. Especially the part where he talks about death and the hereafter. Which according to Jago is nulla – nothingness.
He goes: “E poi… e poi? La morte è il nulla” (“And then… and then? Death is nothingness.”)
That quote has been a recurrent joke between me and my friend ever since. When you think of it “and then” is used quite often when you tell of something, so you can if you’re in the right mood turn a perfectly innocent conversation into a matter of life and death and full-blown existentialism just by dramatically adding “la morte è il NULLA!”
So we do of course. All the time.
But here it is with Bryn Terfel acting like hell. That discrete kind of interpretation is perfectly Jago – enjoy the coldness of his eyes.
When all the Christmas decorations are gone from my windows it is time for bulbs – hyacinths, grape hyacinths, and tulips. Later on we’ll go for the daffodils and then it will actually be spring and not just dreams of spring.
Puss likes the grape hyacinths. They make an excellent snack if you ask her. Takes away the winter blues too…we’re still going strong with minus degrees, wind, and snow coming up next week. I would be very pleased to see a clear blue sky – is that too much to ask now that the day is 48 minutes longer since solstice?
Boy am I happy I bought those blue seal mittens in Greenland last year? Oh yes. I never thought I’d have that much use of them but if last week’s photo pictured cold this week has been freezing with some mean northern winds sweeping over the country. One thing is minus 3 degrees another thing is minus 3 plus a strong wind – we’re talking a chill factor of around minus 20 and that equals pain.
I think my sister’s solution of having an extra pair of mittens ready for the cheeks is just right.
The year has begun freezing cold. Minus 10-15 during the nights, minus 5 during the days and my apartment seems to have thrown in the towel, resigned, and utterly given up on keeping me warm. I guess I’ll have to go to work. Oh yeah, and the Christmas holiday ends tonight. *Sniff*
On the 31st of December in the afternoon my family and I always take a walk in the woods just north of Copenhagen. We bring hot chocolate and sweets and this year the hot part of that was essential. Everything was frozen including our toes. But beautiful to behold with ice crystals on the grass and the twilight blue sky above.
I had a great New Year’s Eve surrounded by good friends and I cross my fingers for just as great a year to come. 2010 is a beautiful number – I’ll bet it will be a beautiful year. Happy New Year!
Isn’t this the nicest thing you’ve heard for a long time? Well at least until the governor stops blushing and starts some mechanical politician speech right back at Obama. Let the boss do the praising and just enjoy it!
How much can you love an American President? He seems to be able to take it to new levels all the time!
