[Photo Journal] Boat Ride and Waterfalls in Norway

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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 am still on a Norway binge this whole of November. There are just so many gorgeous photos to share.

Boat Ride and Waterfalls in Norway

“We feel cold, but we don’t mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn’t feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It’s worth being cold for that.” 
― Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass

“There are such a lot of things that have no place in summer and autumn and spring. Everything that’s a little shy and a little rum. Some kinds of night animals and people that don’t fit in with others and that nobody really believes in. They keep out of the way all the year. And then when everything’s quiet and white and the nights are long and most people are asleep—then they appear.” 
― Tove Jansson, Moominland Midwinter

“No animal, according to the rules of animal-etiquette, is ever expected to do anything strenuous, or heroic, or even moderately active during the off-season of winter.” 
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

“Nothing is as tedious as the limping days,
When snowdrifts yearly cover all the ways,
And ennui, sour fruit of incurious gloom,
Assumes control of fate’s immortal loom” 
― Charles Baudelaire, Paris Spleen

“The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air–a mixture of night-mist and crisp darkness and the tang of fallen leaves.” 
― Neil Gaiman, Stardust

“March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.” 
― L.M. Montgomery

“Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.” 
― Willa Cather, My Ántonia

“The nights were long, like the braids of a pretty girl, and the days were short, like a girl’s sense. (“The North”)” 
― Yevgeny Zamyatin, The Dragon: Fifteen Stories

“Song falls silent, music is dumb,
But the air burns with their fragrance,
And white winter, on its knees,
Observes everything with reverent attention.” 
― Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova

“A wet autumn morning, a garbage truck clattering down the street. The first snowfall of the season, blossom sized flakes falling languidly and melting on teh ground, a premature snow fall delicate as lace, rapidly melting.” 
― Joyce Carol Oates

“I was alone, with a stranger, inside the walls of a dark palace, in a strange snow-changed city, in the heart of the Ice Age of an alien world.” 
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness

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