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Saturday, January 31, 2009
Strolling around the neighbourhood - a Fotosafari

Friday, January 30, 2009
Reflection on a University building
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Sky Watch Friday # 43




Hoisting Sky Watch Friday
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
The Old Town Fredrikstad
Colour or black and white?
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Sunbeams # 2

Jeg har plassert min blogg i Drammen på bloggportalen Bloggurat!
B is for Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Bjørnstjerne Martinus Bjørnson (December 8, 1832 – April 26, 1910) was a Norwegian writer and the 1903 Nobel Prize in Literature laureate. Bjørnson is considered as one of "The Great Four" Norwegian writers; the others being Henrik Ibsen, Jonas Lie, and Alexander Kielland. Bjørnson is celebrated for his lyrics to the Norwegian National Anthem, "Ja, vi elsker dette landet".
"At the close of 1857 Bjørnson had been appointed director of the theater at Bergen, a post which he held for two years, when he returned to Christiania (now Oslo)." The pictures accompanying this post shows a statue that was raised in his honour outside the theatre "Den Nasjonale Scene" in Bergen. The statue was made by the famous Norwegian sculptor Gustav Vigeland and was unveiled 1n 1917.
From 1860 to 1863 he traveled widely throughout Europe. Early in 1865 he undertook the management of the Christiania theatre, and brought out his popular comedy of De Nygifte (The Newly Married) and his romantic tragedy of Mary Stuart in Scotland. In 1870 he published Poems and Songs and the epic cycle Arnljot Gelline; the latter volume contains the ode Bergliot, one of Bjørnson's finest contributions to lyrical poetry."
He lived for long periods outside Norway, and his literary career had its many ups and downs, but he managed over time to become Norway's "National Poet". He produced novels, plays and poems of both romantic and realistic character.
Wikipedia concludes like this:
Bjørnson was, from the beginning of the Dreyfus Affair, a staunch supporter of Alfred Dreyfus, and, according to a contemporary, wrote "article after article in the papers and proclaimed in every manner his belief in his innocence".
Bjørnson was one of the original members of the Nobel Committee, and was re-elected in 1900. In 1903 he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature.
Bjørnson had done as much as any other man to rouse Norwegian national feeling, but in 1903, on the verge of the rupture between Norway and Sweden, he preached conciliation and moderation to the Norwegians.
He died on April 26, 1910 in Paris, where for some years he had spent his winters, and was buried at home with every mark of honor. The Norwegian coastal defence ship HNoMS Norge was sent to convey his remains back to his own land.
But to all Norwegians, he will be remembered as the man who wrote the words to our National Anthem, "Ja, vi elsker dette landet" (here sung by Sissel Kyrkjebø and The Mormon Tabernacle Choir).
Today's post is my second entry in the fouth round of ABC Wednesday, the meme initiated by Denise Nesbitt.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Happy (Chinese) New Year and a solar eclipse

(thank goodness for the cloud cover making these shots possible)


An article I read this morning said:
"Any eclipse signals a time to be wary and this is especially true if the sun is involved because all living beings are dependent on the sun for light... During the eclipse, the power of negative energy increases 1,000 times as compared to other times... People are advised not to carry out activities as usual during the eclipse period as they may behave irrationally... After the eclipse, people should wash and clean their houses to remove all “harmful energies” that would have set in and offer prayers."
I suppose it's a good thing I'm having the house scraped and painted at the moment!
That said, it was so curious, I could feel the eclipse as it began - there was a very distinct shift in energy - from summery and light to something heavier and oppressive. The dog next door started howling. A guinea fowl took off to the top of the tree where he sat and hecked for the entire duration of the eclipse - about six minutes. And every dog in the neighbourhood barked incessantly. There is something unquestionably eerie about solar eclipses and I recall viewing the full solar eclipse in 1999 when I was visiting friends in Guernsey. Everything fell utterly silent as the moon blocked out the light of the sun and darkness fell over the island. It was as though the world was coming to an end.


Coming back to the Chinese New Year, it's intriguing that Barack Obama is an Ox - I wonder if there's some special significance? Mind you, I too am an Ox (and a Taurus - so it's a double load of bull...)
Apparently the Year of the Earth Ox evokes stability and dependability. One of the predictions for the year of the Ox reads as follows:
"The Ox is a practical work animal, while the Earth element is steady and firm. Together, they create a kind of plodding energy that can be exasperating. Still, progress will be made in 2009; it will occur in slow, barely perceptible increments. If you stay patient and keep your nose to the grindstone, you will make the most of this ponderous energy.
It is said that Oxen place great emphasis on authority and tradition. Therefore, 2009 will lay an especially heavy burden on world leaders. Government officials, CEOs and community organizers will be expected to correct society's ills. If they slack off, they'll be thrown by the wayside. Substance is always favored over style in the Year of the Ox."
My own Chinese horoscope prediction says that this is a year in which I am invited to reach for the stars. Love, luck and money are headed my way. And my personal life will be particularly rewarding. And I'll enjoy exuberant good health! Oh goodie! It also says it's a good year to go on an extended vacation - which is just as well - but I'll tell you more about that in another post!
Anyway, now you know. So, here's wishing you a very happy and prosperous Chinese New Year!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Today's Flowers: A touch of spring in January
Saturday, January 24, 2009
This, that and more of the other
I apologise, I'm being a rotten blogger at present. Network connections that are doing a startling imitation of a Jack in the Box, not feeling too well and the prospect of two huge manuscript rewrites have stunned me into a frenzy of inactivity. Add to that the fact that the young guinea fowl keets are dropping like flies, and you'll gather that all is not exactly sparkly in the Vanilla Goddess's garden.
We suspect a virus or parasite must have got the young guineas - they are dying at the rate of one a day or every second day. It is too pathetic to watch and there is little we can do. They are impossible to catch while they are well and by the time we can catch them it's too late to do anything. On top of that, they've taken to falling into the pool and I've rescued two in the last two days - dried them off carefully, warmed them up and discovered they smell utterly awful - a sort of sickly sweet, cloying smell that hangs around them - the scent of death, I guess one might say. Their numbers have gone from 13 to four or five in about two weeks. The parents are becoming increasingly twitchy - and who can blame them - and they can't make up their minds if I'm friend or foe. Even Mama Guinea has now taken to trying to attack me - flying straight at me the other day, claws outstretched as I fished a baby from the pool.
At least Ms Bo hasn't succumbed to whatever is ailing the keets and is flourishing and getting feistier by the minute on a diet of maggots, mealworms, cutworms, earthworms and other things that go wriggle and bump in the night (along with seed, corn and greens).
Meanwhile, instead of getting on with my rewrites - which feels rather like trying to eat a gargantuan elephant - I'm trying to write a children's short story for a local anthology and am getting utterly nowhere. What started as a children's story of 1000 words, has morphed into something quite different and more than double the length, filled with African deities, an inept wizard and a creature resembling the Ba-Kaaka Nostra. I worry myself sometimes, really I do!
I'm afraid blogging is likely to remain erratic for a while yet - my muse went off on her Christmas holiday and hasn't been seen since. This is, as you can imagine, of no earthly use in the face of two rewrites. If you should see her, please ask her to return home.
Do please bear with me and hopefully things will return to normal in the not too distant future. I live in hope - you may as well join me!
Meanwhile, I hope you enjoy these...




No. six out of six out of six....
My problem is that I store my pictures in a semi-chronological order; that is: year followed by month, but with the odd special occasion (typical Holidays in addition) also. On top of that, under each of these are the folders for pictures that have been processed. Of course one can choose to sort each folder according to the alphabet, date taken, date processed, up-wards or downwards or what-ever until one finds one that can be used.
In-stead I found that it was easier to go to the area where I store the files that have been used on one of my blogs or on my now dormant home-page. There at least there are some normal groupings. The 6th folder contains pictures from travels abroad and the 6th picture according to day taken was the one above - the Eiffel Tower in Paris. The typical picture-postcard tourist snap-shot. It was first presented 1n 2008 in a post in Mrs. Nesbitt's ABC Wednesday.
So to the story behind the picture:
It was taken on May 31. 2005. I had not intended to go to Paris at all. However, my then soon-to-be 16 years old son was going there with part of his French-group at school together with two teachers. Less than 24 hours before departure I got a phone call from the French-teacher saying that the other teacher had become ill and could I step in. After a hasty family council, we decided that I should do so. Luckily I had some unused holiday I could draw upon, and I managed to get someone else to take a scheduled lecture for me and off we went.
It all went very well, with the French-teacher, myself, my son and a small bevy of 16 years old girls...
Friday, January 23, 2009
Spring in January?
I suppose we will have snow more than once after this, but at least there is now hope!