Posts tagged “Sweden

Crocus, rejoicing

Spring rejoices in the crocus –

Covering her with ice on those cold April mornings.

Frozen

Spring comes dressed

As a single purple flower;

Single

In a happy group

Of colours;

Happy group copy

Or in a trio

Of petals and shadow and beauty.

Crocus trio copy

For more joy, please visit: Our World.


Swan Lake – the frozen version

A while back – before the ice melted on the lake –

Stormy pink clouds attracted my attention.

Swans

 

Among the reflected clouds,

I saw a feathered group of swans,

Enjoying the dawn.

Iced swans

They remained there for a long time,

As if frozen to the ice.

Later on, they were gone

And only their memory – along with the clouds –

Remained.

Iced clouds

For more n-ice shots, please visit: Skywatch.

 


Sunset post

It’s just another post…

(Excuse the pun!)

Post

And a wild purple sunset

Enjoyed by a lone duck

In a storm.

Lone duck

For more wild skies, please visit: Skywatch.


Pink martini

Pour me a pink martini

Out of the sky;

Pink horizon

Let my eyes get drunk

On the beauty –

Pink moon

Or serve up the moon

On ice instead.

Lake view

For more heady skies, please visit: Skywatch.


Colourful snow

As I write this, the ground is bare; the sky grey.

So, I’m looking back to January for some colour in the snow…

Sky

I found everything from rainbow skies

To hidden rubies;

Red house

Lemon-coloured houses for birds

Bird house

And turquoise chairs

Patiently waiting for warmer days.

Blue chairs

And look – I even found

A heart in the rough!

Heart face copy

For more colourful posts, please visit: Our World.


Enjoying the blues

My favourite sky is the intense blue of winter

Crisscrossed with ice contrails.

(This photo was taken last winter.)

Crystals

This year winter has been too mild (in comparison)

And so we’ve had to enjoy the misty blues of winter fog

Shrouding a Viking church.

Whichever way you look at it, it’s all good.

Blue mist

For more blue skies, please visit: Skywatch.


Mist-ical skies

Winter’s mystical skies

Are a balm for the soul.

Sunrise

Later on, the sun makes the

Winter boughs glow –

Glow

And then softly, the misty scarf

Settles once more over the lake –

Inviting us to rest and gaze a while.

Resting

For more misty skies, please visit: Skywatch.


Romancing the snow

Find a big sky and a frozen lake,

Oscar

Get a couple of chairs, some friends

And a view –

Picnic

Then sit back and enjoy the romance,

The company and the pink-tinged sunset.

Friends copy

For more romance, please visit: Skywatch.


Abstracted

Winter has been so brief this year…

Just like life, the ice crystals

Created art for only a short while.

Icy metal copy

Metal poles on the jetty

Became abstract things of beauty.

Abstract ice

Ice turned trees

Into silver tapestries.

Tapestry

And at the foot of the ladder on the jetty –

A heart of ice

Warmed the day.

Heart

For more n-ice stories, please visit: Our World Tuesday.


Lavender skies

There is nothing as magnificent

As those big lavender and gold skies –

Big purple and gold sky copy

And the total joy

Of two dogs running through the purple:

Living as if someone left the gate open.

Purple sunset copy

For more royal skies, please visit: Skywatch.


Pearls of gold

It was the magical ending to a day on the frozen lake:

Pearls of gold

And the deep silence that only snow can bring.

Magical snow copy

For more pearls of wisdom, please visit: Skywatch.


Symphony of black and white and dog

At last – winter has made its grand entrance with several days of blizzards,

Leaving the crooked jetty an abstract canvas.

Jetty

The ladder at the end of the jetty

Now has two handles of ice,

Icy ladder

Each handle transformed

Into a tiny landscape of ice crystals.

Iced copy

The supporting pole

Is encased in an icy boot.

Iced over

And who make those dog prints out there on the lake?

These two friends, of course!

(I call this shot Love in a Cold Climate.)

Love

For more symphonies, please visit: Our World Tuesday.


Golden views

All bundled up for a wintry walk.

The sighing of the setting sun

Paints the trees with gold.

Golden copy

A lone skater – on thin ice – whizzes by,

Lone skater

His singing skates echoed

By the honking farewells of the last swans of winter.

Swans

For more golden thoughts, please visit: Skywatch.


Red tornado

Swirls of strawberry and lilac

Swept across the December sky at sunset;

Tornado 2

And then transformed

Into a sizzling, red tornado:

A sky canvas brimming with possibility.

Red tornado copy

For more fiery skies, please visit: Skywatch.


Honey glow

In nature, light is the colour

And when the sun bursts through winter gloom

It makes everything glow –

Church

Even the humble frosted bud

Glowing bud copy

And the honeyed tree,

Shining like a star.

Lone tree

For more glowing stories, please visit: Our World Tuesday. 


Waters of wonder

New Year’s Eve: so mild that it was warm enough for swimming

In the pink sunset.

Dogs - -sunset copy

Reminding me that it’s always good to jump into the waters of wonder.

Because once you’ve experienced new things, your mind can never go back to its old dimensions.

Dogs 2

Only then can you really appreciate the true beauty

Of the setting sun.

Sunset

For more wonders, please visit: Skywatch.

My friend Eileen has a new meme called Saturday Critters - so go visit!


Grey matters

Sometimes winter wants to rest

– Not in a burst of colours –

But in silken tones of pearl.

Foggy dawn copy

There is a subdued beauty

In the grey –

Foggy dawn 3 copy

And, just as in life, the grey

Contains a promise of light and colour.

“It is not by the gray of the hair that one knows the age of the heart.” — Bulwer-Lytton

Foggy dawn 2

For more tones, please visit: Skywatch.


Branching out

November grey

Turns to a delightful pink;

Early morning copy

Branches showing the way

Pink 2

To an upside-down

Pink abstract dawn.

Branches copy

For more colourful skies, please visit: Skywatch.


Frosted

The last day of November was gloriously cold:

A frosted universe presented itself –

Frosty flowers that looked like stars floating in the cosmos;

Frosty flowers 1 copy

Small ice crystals in the shape of

Trees on the postbox lock;

Frosted lock

A storm passed through

And left frozen waves in its wake;

frosted waves

A bird hiding out in the icy reeds

Sang a morning song;

bird

And yes, even a rubbish bin

Transformed into something greater than itself

In the frosted sun.

Bin

For more frosted times, please visit: Our World.


Raspberry ripple

The bare bones of winter

Bow (or should that be bough?) down

When dawn comes dancing in.

Wishing you all a tree-mendous weekend!

Morning tree copy

For more delicious sky shots, please visit: Skywatch.


Of beached submarines, forts and mist

The mist hung thick over the trees –

A perfect day for a walk!

Misty track

The woods were full of mischievous sprites.

Sprites

A pylon loomed suddenly out of the mist

Like an iron giant.

Pylon

Walking up the hill to The Fort,

We spent a moment by a trench dug in 1914

Wishing for peace in the world.

Trench

Finally, our destination appeared out of the fog -

Looking like a beached submarine –

An old bunker from the First World War that was never used.

It was built almost a hundred years ago by Swedes

Waiting for an enemy that never came.

How like us humans to focus on building walls

When so often the enemy is within.

beached sub

For more mist-ical stories, please visit: Our World.


Making a splash

Please indulge me as I carry on with Oscar’s birthday tribute:

He turned 11 at the weekend, which is a good age for a dog his size.

Whatever he does, he does wholeheartedly –

Birthday boy copy

Seizing the moment

And filling it with joy.

Shake copy

A lesson we could all learn from.

Roll

For more wet dogs and other tails, please visit: Our World Tuesday.


Sky with a large helping of dog

To celebrate Oscar’s 11th birthday,

Oscar sunset

I’m showing some classic summer sunsets over our lake

Oscar -sunset copy

Decorated, of course, with an extra big helping

Of dog.

Oscar_jetty copy

For more doggone skies, please go to: Skywatch.


Golden thread

If I had needle and golden thread

I’d weave you a glorious tapestry

Golden dawn copy

Of clouds

And colour at dawn.

Dawn 2

For more tapestries, please visit: Skywatch.


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