Last week, I stayed in a charming village a couple of hours north of Stockholm.
I discovered a sculpture of silver stallions with half moons on their heads.
As the sun set in a purple haze,
Those half moons seemed to scoop up the real moon.
It was a lovely sight!
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In between the snowfalls,
A hiatus of freezing fog:
Golden veils fall over the landscape —
Bringing peace, silence and beauty.
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It’s a frosty dawn,
And the moon reflects in the still waters of the lake
Like a penny dipped in silver.
The golden trees are a tapestry of light.
Later on, we get to the little beach by the sauna house:
The moon is gone,
But not the beauty of a calm, early morning with frost.
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When the dawn is ablaze in lilac
And the rising sun paints the treetops gold…
The result is just breath-taking!
(I have a crazy busy week ahead of me
So won’t be around much.)
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As the sun was rising in gorgeous pink tones,
The bare trees of November and the frosted ground
Cast beautiful reflections on the lake.
There is so much beauty
In the minimalism of a buoy stuck in ice
And a float to keep us anchored
In case we fly away on the dreaminess of the
Stunning pink dawn.
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I slowly make my way down to the lake,
Hoping to see autumn miracles.
The early morning is moody and mysterious,
Yet I glimpse masterpieces of autumn
In the gloomy light.
As it gets brighter, the peaceful grey sky
Makes the colours of leaves and fur pop.
The dogs chase one another,
Oblivious of the copper and gold around them.
When I get back to the boat that you see in the second photo,
The sun shines — leaving me with the beautiful taste
Of lemon glaze on water.
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I have lots more photos from Portugal to share with you —
But I thought I’d take a break this week
And show you the beauty of raindrops
Dancing on the edge of
Beautiful green leaves (some would say weeds).
These shots remind me of a lovely Tagore quote:
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
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Early summer is
A symphony of green and wildlife:
The green is
Sometimes luminous and startling,
Sometimes like dewy
And sometimes abstract paintings
In the rain.
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When I woke up this morning, it was very misty
With the sun struggling through foggy veils.
That reminded me of all the moments of joy
When we lived down by the lake
And I could step outside in my dressing gown
To enjoy the sky kissing the water.
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By the time you read this, we will have received the keys to our new (and bigger) house and I’ll be busy moving.
We’re not moving far – only 2.5 km away – but the lake won’t be right on my doorstep. No more rushing out in sun and rain to record my favourite jetty.
We will still be living near the same lake (but further south) – it’s about a kilometre walk away from the new house. So, I hope to find new views to photograph and share with you.
This jetty has been such an inspirational part of the last sixteen years and I’ll be sad to move – but happy that we have found something more suited to the needs of our family now.
The next week or so will be very busy, so please forgive me if I don’t get round to visiting you. In the meantime, please do keep in touch with me via Facebook. You’ll find me here: Lady Fi on Facebook.
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