The more it goes on snowing

[shewhomust]

So much for optimism: our intention, yesterday, was to go out to the coast, walk on the beach and then go to an afternoon party. I was looking forward to both elements of this, and it seemed reasonable - surely the weather would be milder at the coast, and we could leave home late enough (and return early enough) to benefit from any day-time thaw. And the sun was shining. What could possibly go wrong?

Which was of course the cue for a phone call from our hosts: It's blowing a blizzard here, it'll probably reach you soon... And it did. So the furthest I have gone this weekend is the compost bin.

According to the stats on my userinfo page, this is the thousdandth post in this journal. I'd hate such a landmark to be so negative, so, turning my thoughts to travel, and summer, and a sea-coast, let's have a photograph from Iceland:

This is the port at Seyðisfjörður in the Eastern Fjords, which is where the Norröna, the Faroese ferry, docks once a week - and clearly today was the day, because as we drove up the winding corniche, all breathtaking scenery and sheer drops to the sea, we met more oncoming traffic than we had yet seen anywhere on Route 1.

The Eastern Fjords are the Land of the Long White Cloud. We woke to sunshine and drove down to the coast and into the mist, and at first thought we were just unlucky. But as we followed the road along the side of each inlet, then up over the shoulder into sunlight and back down, we could actually see how each long narrow valley contained its own even narrower, perfectly fitted cloud.

Comments

[cellio]

Happy 1000th post.

Fitted clouds -- who'd've thought?

[steepholm.livejournal.com]

Iceland anticipation...

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

Hee!

[karinmollberg.livejournal.com]

Oh dear % "wow"!

When snowed in, all one has to see to, is doing it in good company and having ditto food and wine in the house. I gather, yours provides both?

Here in Burgundy where I now live, it was sort of fine being "gone" for a few days. But: I had not thought of buying batteries for my camera, alas!

Long white clouds: fantastic. Here, the line of fields in crisp green and white often disappear into the pastel-blue sky when the sun is out. I am sure the world ends where Burgundy does.

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

We have food and wine, but are down to the decaffeinated coffee: this is an emergency! Today we may have to go out...

I've never seen Burgundy in the winter; it must be beautiful.

[karinmollberg.livejournal.com]

You are most welcome over to check it out; once you do get out...har, heheh: *ouch*! De-caffeinated coffee sounds very, very serious an ordeal indeed. Normally, that is what one poisons relatives and other unwelcome guests with.

I had my doubts about living in this medieval, widely deserted place right in the forgotten middle of nowhere, after my short sejour of living the gaily sunbathed southern borderlines. But Burgundy can be so heartbreakingly pretty. Like a smiling old flapper lady without make-up or shame of herself, ancient and discreetly proud of it, without ever showing off. Living in style.
However;
I may need one or the other vacation in Egypt to heat my toes!

[lil-shepherd.livejournal.com]

That's lovely - particularly considered as a series of parallels, both horizontal and vertical. The colours are also superb.

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

The light was wonderful: people seem fond of bright colours, and they photographed well.

[weegoddess.livejournal.com]

Wow. Happy thousandth. That's really pretty amazing. ;-)

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

Well, it amazed me. But according to your userinfo, you're at 1370...

Just sort of mount up, don't they?