This street is in front of Emmaus barnehage in Rosenli area. It is a quiet street, nice for walking, running and taking children out to burn calories.
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Monday, November 02, 2009
Stronda
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Still Mosvatnet
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Mosvatnet in Autumn
Friday, October 23, 2009
Delicious Autumn!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Make LOVE
I found someone has put this on a dustbin, adverticing Love instead of War, like John Lennon used to do. Here is a poem suited for it:
Let's Make LOVE!
by Fauzia Khan
by Fauzia Khan
Make love to me tonight
Till the wee hours of morning light
Cling to me in ecstacy
Be my sweet memory...
Memories are magical treasures
A secrect never to be told
Charming you all through your life
A special place they hold
Hold me close to your heart
For then I can enter your soul
Hold me tight, Never let me go
Never felt so strong love before
Love me tender, Love me soft
Love me in the heat of the night
Show me the mysteries, Show me the scars
Shower all the affection you have got
Let me see your passion, my plight
Honey` Let's make love...
Let me enchant thy soul with memories
Whisper into each others ears
Welcome the Dawn of love
Live the way our souls want us to be
So Let's make love...
Till the wee hours of morning light
Cling to me in ecstacy
Be my sweet memory...
Memories are magical treasures
A secrect never to be told
Charming you all through your life
A special place they hold
Hold me close to your heart
For then I can enter your soul
Hold me tight, Never let me go
Never felt so strong love before
Love me tender, Love me soft
Love me in the heat of the night
Show me the mysteries, Show me the scars
Shower all the affection you have got
Let me see your passion, my plight
Honey` Let's make love...
Let me enchant thy soul with memories
Whisper into each others ears
Welcome the Dawn of love
Live the way our souls want us to be
So Let's make love...
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Song for Autumn
In the deep fall
don't you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don't you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
warm caves, begin to think
of the birds that will come - six, a dozen - to sleep
inside their bodies? And don't you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? The pond
vanishes, and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its
bellows. And at evening especially,
the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.
-Mary Oliver
Monday, October 19, 2009
Autumn is Here
Sunday, October 18, 2009
The Summer has Done
As sunlight creeps through branches to the earth,
And leaves begin to clothe the ground in gold,
Where seedlings hide until their springtime birth,
A new beginning from a tree that's old.
Around each twisted pathway through the glen,
The mushroom heads are visible in morning light,
And there the fairies dance in leaves again,
As morning dew appears like jewels - bright.
As cobwebs hang on fallen leaves that scatter,
And glisten hung in dew like morning glory,
The nature of the spectacle will matter,
To those who seek to share in nature's story.
Gold upon red, and autumn colors wonder,
We bask in color, now the summer's done,
And cast our cares and dreams and hopes asunder,
When a golden leaf is caught by autumn sun
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