Courtney requested more photos of Norway in a comment .... probably not of our house ... but in honor of this freezing cold day (I can't seem to get warm) this photo seemed appropriate to work on.
Since the sun never got very high in the sky and there were only about 4 or 5 hours of light, some days were just gloomy. I loved the icicles and snow blasted on the house in this photo, but didn't like how icky the day looked.
Since the sun never got very high in the sky and there were only about 4 or 5 hours of light, some days were just gloomy. I loved the icicles and snow blasted on the house in this photo, but didn't like how icky the day looked.
Enter photoshop - now an artificially happy day! But I think the photo depicts the icicles and snow on the house a little better.
Oh, and now that someone has requested photos, I might just go hog wild here ... wanting to distract myself - just comment and tell me to stop it!
3 comments:
Thank you! Thank you! I am traveling vicariously through your pictures right now.
Do they have tanning beds? B/c that would be necessary for me to live in only 5 hours of sunlight. I would sob and sob.
They do sell lights that go on your desk and simulate sunlight. I was worried because I am convinced I have SAD so was worried that I would go bonzo, but I never used it once. It might have been the beautiful home and the 2 1/2 acres of land that was blanketed in a beautiful layer of snow that never got brown or ugly since no once stepped foot on it. It might have been that I could curl up in what I called the 'red room' with a blazing fire and read a book (all lights on of course), it could have just been that it was so peaceful nothing could break past that inpenetratable shield around me that kept me feeling so good all the time ... I don't know - I just found out that while it was daylight I enjoyed the show the sun low in the sky making everything look magical and unreal - and sparkly, and when it was dark, well the house was just that much more warm and cozy. If we had lived in a little cramped apartment or even home (the average square feet - I read somewhere for a family living in Norway was 800 square feet - we lived in a home with about 4500 - I KNOW we lucked out and I am eternally grateful for it). It was where I healed from Rachael, where my illness abated somewhat, but I am a realist. Gary mentioned that there would be projects in Norway again and we could go live there. My response, "Well, we better be talking to Hans (the owner of the home) since I dont think I could live anywhere else and enjoy it so much" - so my belief was I lived atop a majical mountian full of healing powers that warded of the evil spirits of gloom, depression, lack of sunlight, you name it. It was, seriously, the best two years of my life... and as you can tell, I became heavily entrenched in it. We took language lessons - two nights a week for 3 hours for about 9 months, I read everything I could on it's history and customs and I think that made all the difference. There were other American families over there that did not try to learn the language or even pronounce things correctly (which I think is horribly rude - we expect people moving to America to learn English - whats the difference. They did not try to learn anything about the history under their feet or the reason for the beautiful ancient churches dotting the landscape and they seemd miserable ... I just wasn't and will love the country forever!
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