[Photo Journal] Touching Ice In Norway

photojournal

Myra here.

Every Tuesday, we share photographs from our recent or long-ago travels, or just everyday stuff that appealed to our mindful eye and sharp sensibilities as captured through fleeting images.

I have finally caught up on my European photos from last year. I will now be sharing a few pictures taken this year. I am so lucky to have visited Bergen twice in my lifetime, and here are a few ice photos I am excited to share with you.

Touching Ice In Norway

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” 
― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass

“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.” 
― John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America

“Melancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night.” 
― Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room

“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.” 
― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

“She turned to the sunlight
    And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
    “Winter is dead.” 
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young

“Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.” 
― Gustave Flaubert

“Snow was falling,
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness.” 
― Mary Oliver

“October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.” 
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

“Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets inside you and starts to fill you up, and after a while you don’t have the strength to fight it.” 
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“The heart can get really cold if all you’ve known is winter.” 
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang to the Monster

I also wanted to share that my childhood friend and host from Bergen just celebrated her birthday yesterday. Happy Birthday, Ellainne! Stay happy always. You are Norway.

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