The high spot of the trip was the frozen Pericnik Waterfall. Brrrr…
A fair bit of puffing and panting took place on the way up in the snow, but I’d do it again any day… with a lighter backpack 😜
The picturesque Church of Saint John the Baptist at Lake Bohinj.
Even standing more or less still for a couple of hours or more in sub-zero temperatures, somehow you just don’t feel the cold.
The touch of warm colour in the sky as sunset approached probably helped.
And once again the snow melted.
But not before I’d had the time to take this shot:
It was pretty astonishing to find this on my first night in Iceland.
It seemed to last for quite a while before wisping off, the buildings occasionally lit up by passing vehicles.
I was about to leave, happy to have seen the aurora. Then I turned around and saw this!
First aurora, first visit to Iceland, unlikely to be my last.
Lost that day: a dry bag used to protect camera & lens in between shots. Entire tripod, camera & lens almost came a cropper too.
I expected the Lofoten Islands to be a much colder experience than it in fact was. Now planning my next trip into the cold.
It’s like saying in awe. Å is a village at the bottom end of the Lofoten islands, where I spent the last afternoon. Finally no rain, no blizzards, no hurricane winds toppling tripods.
In English this would be Snow Queen, except that Reine is the name of a village in the Lofoten Islands, Norway.
And yes, it was snowing that day.
A few hours around Oslo’s parks and waterfront and you find yourself surrounded by sculptures of women, sitting, standing, often with babies, often naked.
New to me was She Lies, a glass and steel iceberg-looking sculpture afloat in the fiord on the Oslo waterfront near the Opera House. This time a sculpture created by a woman, Monica Bonvicini.
I wonder if there are, somewhere in this city, sculptures of women and men pushing prams.