Back from Peru to the Norwegian winter and Christmas celebration with my family.
Walks into the winter forest.
Walks into the winter forest.
Sister Kirsti and niece Ada at my mother’s place.
Uncle Willy and nephew Brage.
My father’s grave a week before the snow arrived.
My brother’s children put balloons on the grave – not a common custom in Norway
From the graveyard.
The following three images are night moods from the living room at Lidarheim, my home at Nesodden.
The following three images are night moods from the living room at Lidarheim, my home at Nesodden.
the brown but oh so Golden Ass of Lidarheim, carrying the flowerpot, standing beside the skull of Inuit Girl
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My mother decorating the Christmas tree.
The tree decorated.
The oldest guy in the tree. He has been around for more than 50 years. A little thin-skinned but still alive.
Just before Christmas Eve there was a heavy snowfall. The grave of my father covered with snow.
Christmas Eve was celebrated at my brother’s place this year. My grandmother and niece Ada.
My brother’s children.
My mother contemplating some orchids.
Heavy snowfall and cold weather that lasted for many weeks.
The outcome from one night of snowing.
Steinvika in winter.
The following images are from the forest around Jyplevika. The winter has been unusual beautiful this year, with clear and cold weather. A winter that brought memories back from the time of my childhood, when white winters were still common. There has also been many winters now where I followed the birds southward to warmer places and therefore never experienced the Nordic winters anyway. I made use of the chance this time to visit the forest and the sea nearly every day – both in the area around Stathelle and by my home at Nesodden.
Skinnvika.
Jypleviktangen.
Angel in the snow.