Why don’t I write in Norwegian?

A few, not all of you, might wonder why I don’t write in my own mother tongue. Well, simply put, I feel as if English is that part of me, which my confidence of writing is shining the most. Of course, some might disagree, and of course, that is fine by me. 🙂

Once in a while, I feel it’s better to walk in a pair of too big shoes, instead of not trying to grow…

Toddler boy, walking away in fathers over sized brown leather boots, isolated on black

 

Spring is finally coming…

I feel a lot better now, when every morning starts sooner, and evenings are ending later. 🙂

This winter in Norway is going into the history as a really odd one, due to the lack of snow, and plus degrees temperatures.

When I was a kid, we had 5 months of winter, it was back in the 80’s, and I didn’t know how lucky we were. Nowadays, kids have to travel far in this country, to experience the real winter, unless we create fake snow, and pretend we’re outside. How odd is that?

I hope this weather will change, that it is just a up and down by natural causes, closing my eyes to the fact that we are doomed as “all” the scientist are preaching about.

When I took this picture, it was about 50 cm of snow, and I was in southern Finland, a country of which winter still exists as in the 80’s. 🙂

Fresh snow cover in dunes at closeup, a winter landscape