Fjerde søndag i advent

Fira lys

Å so va da jul ijenn...

plutsele

mystisk kelais datta sjer kårt aor...

Tredje søndag i advent

Tre lys for:

Den store (og hardt og lenge planlagde,
men han henda litt mangelfullt førebudde,
og når det gjeld faktisk produksjon og sånn,
kanskje ikkje so eksepsjonelt vellukka,
men likevel veldig koselege
(og det er jo uansett viktigast))
Peparkakebakedagen!

Peparkakeslede

Djup konsentrasjon

Haldis kontemplerar... peparkaker?

Peparkakeiglo...

Fin middag etter hardt arbeid

Andre søndag i advent

So tenner me to lys i dag...

For sjokolade
& kokosmakroner
& Mozartkuler
& drops
& peparkaker
& mandlar
& marvposteiar
& kanelstenger
& marsipan
& sirupsnippar
& aprikosar med cognac
& mandariner
& nougat
& nellikspikar
& gløgg
& kakao&mjøl&sukker&kokosmasse&raudvin&kakesmular i heile huset...

Fyste søndag i advent

Eitt lys, åleina før seg sjøl....

Angsten heng i lufta på lesesalen.

Snart jul.

Casa meva (pel moment...)

Some views from Breistølen 7, my new address in the hills above Sandviken. Had to move out of the centre of Bergen when I came back this summer, and must admit I wasn't too enthusiastic about that... Funny how you get used to things, though, and the company's what matters most anyway. Getting a scooter has effectively shortened the distance to the university (and the occasional, unpredictable hail storm and invisibly deadly ice-layer adds some excitement to everyday life), having a genuine living room is quite nice, and though the dining room is mostly used to dry clothes at the moment, I really do enjoy all this space aroud me.

And then there is the panorama view through my window which makes every morning just a littlebit brighter (or at least slightly less gloomy).

Sandviken and beyond.

Elin & Haldis enjoying the last days of summer in August.


Haldis on the sofa, me on the balcony...

Downtown Bergen, by night...