and one of the bridges over Saltstraumen
Even on a gloomy day ther are beauty in an overgrown garden
And of course, I had to take the usual trip up at my favourite place, Skarvhamran, a very windy hill crest, where the pines grows very slow, gets crooked, old and dies eventually, just to stand as dried sculptures.
And at the top I found these three charming birches:
Well back in Bergen, I headed south to Løkken in Denmark, to celebrate my brothers 70thbithday. Here was a totally different landscape, no mountains but charming bathing huts at the beach
And turning around I was met by this wonderful blue sea
So many impressions to keep me busy through the winter, hopefully some of it will end in one of my quilts.