Fire In The Sky

This morning the sky was on fire ... Wow, such magic!

Arkitektur

Har vært på møte i fotokluben i kveld. Fikk utdelt et tema, og ble så sendt ut i mørket og regnet. Mitt tema ble arkitektur. Lucky me! Jeg er usikker på om jeg kommer til å ta i bruk speilrefleksen min igjen, så i kveld ble det iPhone 5. Her er bildene jeg valgte å presentere...

Isak Hellebust-huset. Trist forfall i ei ellers nydelig gate.

Åsebøhuset, vakreste huset i Eidsgata.

Moengården Vest.

Operahuset Nordfjord.

Vest Auto, et bygg som slett ikke ble så verst etter at det ble ferdig.

Summer

* * * * * * * * * *

From a distance 

The world looks blue and green 

And the snow capped mountains white

(Bette Midler)

The fjord

The Fjord

We entered through the narrow fjord,
emerald-sloped and glittering
with a silvery gleam
where once sailed Viking hordes,
and thought we saw golden swords
raised by phantom men
as if to demonstrate to us
that they were once the mighty lords
of all these ancient lands....
and then they vanished as if a dream.

(kendall thomas)

Vinterhimmel

Utover Eidsfjorden i ettermiddag, ca kl 16:15. Himmelen på vinteren kan være fantastisk flott ... sånn som i dag.

Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven
That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,
And thereupon imagination and heart were driven
So wild that every casual thought of that and this
Vanished, and left but memories, that should be out of season
With the hot blood of youth, of love crossed long ago;
And I took all the blame out of all sense and reason,
Until I cried and trembled and rocked to and fro,
Riddled with light. Ah! when the ghost begins to quicken,
Confusion of the death-bed over, is it sent
Out naked on the roads, as the books say, and stricken
By the injustice of the skies for punishment?
(William Butler Yeats «The Cold Heaven» (1916))