In the dark forests of the north coiled a little stream. Every winter it froze and the silence spread trough out the landscape. In that little stream some of the nordic mythical creatures lives and very few of us had the good fortune to see or meet them, but sometimes you’re lucky…
Three pictures from February 7
These two pictures where taken yesterday with toes felt just like those icy bubbles. They say good art is made by suffering, but when it comes to photography I think freezing is not good for the outcome of sharpness. The sun and hard winds can really fool you this time a year, it was only -4 degrees celsius but felt like -34!! Some of them got sharp enough, despite the coooooold weather, so there’s more where this one came from but now I’m off.
And no, no good whisky to go… Have a nice day!