Posts Tagged 'winter'

Blue Night again

Michele Foster over at the Quilting Gallery organizes weekly show and tell contests.

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This week my quilt “Blue Night” was voted first in the theme Winter Landscapes. I was thrilled, of course. A big thank you to all those who voted.

I was even more thrilled when I was informed that there was a prize.

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Vicki Welsh,  who makes glorious hand dyed fabrics, was a sponsor of the event, and offered one of her fabric packages as a prize. I was even allowed to make my own choice between all the colour combinations available in her Etsy shop.

I had a hard time choosing, but landed on the pink packet in the end.

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The quilt “Blue Night” was made of half inch fabric squares using a collage technique. Lots of colour variations are needed when making these collage quilts, so this packet will be a great start for a new project. Thank you, Vicki, and thank you, Michele, for arranging the shows.

Just after the quilt was made, I posted some work-in-progress-pictures on my website so that you can get an impression of how it was made.

One of the inspirations for the quilt was a class I took from Mr Edmund Cluett, a very talented fiber artist.  He used to have a website showing some of his work, but it is no longer online. However, on this page I have posted a suggestion on how you might still be able to see some of his work.

:-)

Eldrid

It’s Cold

The weather has been cold and clear lately, – perfect for the growing of ice crystals.  The pictures below are a small part of the result of two ten minute photo safaris in our garden area, – one yesterday, and one today.  Choosing which pictures to show out of the two hundred or so, took much longer than shooting them.

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The crystals have grown quite big, – they are almost like small plants with leaf rosettes, and they are everywhere on grassy areas.

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On the tree stump, a bit higher off the ground, they are not quite so big.

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The small heather plants are nearly covered by ice crystal “plants”.

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They tend to “grow” in clumps.

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As happened with the star crystals last week, I am reluctant to step on any of these wonders.

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But it is impossible to move without doing so.

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When stepping on to the grass, you can hear a faint sound, as if millions of miniature glasses fall and break.

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… or like you are wading through heaps of tiny, tiny glass shards.

Below are some more photos, – I couldn’t stop myself  …   ;-)

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On some of the photos I have tweaked the contrast quite a bit to better show off the fabulous patterns.

The last photo below, I also turned to gray scale. Some of the crystals are very, very thin and transparent.

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I hope all of you in the northern hemisphere are enjoying the winter time.

:-)

Eldrid

Falling Stars

The weather has been very good lately, – what snow there was around Christmas rained away, and this last week the weather has been cold and clear, with no snow on the ground.

As we drove home early this afternoon, the skies were gray, and we noticed a few tiny white specs falling through the air.

Walking from the garage to the house, I suddenly stopped short, exclaiming: There are stars on the ground!

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I immediately put my bag down and got my camera out.

Please don’t step on any of them before I have taken some photos, I asked my husband.

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Then I had to laugh at the impossibility of my own request; -  the stars were everywhere, and we could not move without stepping on several at a time.

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There was more than enough both to photograph and to walk on.

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They were all over the wooden steps…

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… and on the grass…

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… and on the cold stones.

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We do not often see snow crystals like this here, – most often the snow comes down in big flurries, – not tiny stars like these.

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We were lucky to spot them when we did. A few minutes later it was raining.

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Just a few tiny drops, however, – and then we got a little bit more snow. But not stars this time.

Does walking on stars mean good luck?

I hope so.

:-)

Eldrid

The World’s Largest Gingerbread City

During our weekend in Bergen, we also went to see what has become a yearly event, namely the Gingerbread City. It has grown year by year, and is said to be the largest one in the world.

In the beginning it was situated in one of the shopping centers in town, but it soon grew too large for the rooms there.

A special tent is now erected in the middle of the Torgallmenningen square, and the Gingerbread City is built in there every year.

Everyone who wishes to, can contribute to the city.

There are contributions from individuals, from children in kindergardens and schools, and from other people all over town and beyond.

There are lots of fantastic houses set in a mountainous “landscape”, – just like Bergen itself, which lies in between seven mountains.

 

In between the houses there are several model trains, chuffing in and out of tunnels.

I am not sure if the organizers publish beforehand what types of buildings they want, and how many of each. In any case, there is a wide variation of houses,  and even a roundabout, – which every city ought to have.

Every magic city also needs a castle, – or several.

Even though the city is not lacking in transport facilities, Santa uses his own transport, as usual.

Some contributors have not limited themselves to building just one house, but have aimed for a whole street. The one above is a recreation of Hollendergaten.

And here it is in “real life”, – Christmas garlands and all.

Churches were abundant, along with recreations of school buildings and kindergardens, and also of some of the old historical buildings in the city.

There were also examples of modern houses, – and Santa visits them all.

I liked the theater scene with the attentive audience…..

… and also the lonely log cabin in the mountains.

GOD JUL  -  Merry Christmas!

Eldrid

Spring?

Today is spring equinox, and in some places we see signs of springlike activities, like snowdrops popping their heads out of the ground. But in other places, it may take some time yet before spring arrives.

Last year I posted some winter photos which were taken at our daughter’s place. I also took the photo above of the same playground that was posted here, but from a slightly different angle. Also, snow like this was to be expected in January.

A few days ago we visited again, and I took the photos below. It is the same playground, although you can hardly tell because of the snow.

The structure sticking out of the snow is the top of the swings.

You can just glimpse the top wire of the fence in the path our grandson made when crawling through the snow.

It snowed when we were there, and it has snowed since.

The ground has been covered since October, so everyone is weary of snow, although the children are having fun from time to time.

- I’ll better pop  out and check if spring is on its way yet.


- Naaaah, doesn’t look like it.


- I think spring needs some help.


- WE WANT SPRING NOW!  WE WANT SPRING NOW!

 

- Let’s go and do something else while we are waiting.

 

Today it is raining, so there is hope. :-)

Eldrid

Power to the Sun

Today the sun is back at our house after the winter, – or rather: it should have been.

At the time it was due to peek out from behind the mountain ridge, it was quite overcast, – so I am celebrating with the photo at the top instead, even though it was taken last year.

Now we just have to wait for the clouds to lift, then we can have sunshine on any day after this one. Feels good!

Eldrid

Storm

There was a lot of fuss in the media about a storm that was going to reach our coast this Friday.  Nothing like the one that hit Queensland, of course, but still, there were headlines with ominous warnings like: “Secure everything outside”, “Stay safely indoors”, and such. Media always love a storm, and will make the most of it, it seems.

Friday morning was quite calm, – at least compared to our “expectations” by then. I had to go out on a few errands, and decided to bring my camera, just in case. By midday it had picked up a bit, but I was still able to fill petrol without any trouble, – mainly because there was no rain yet.  There were some heavy waves thumping onto the breakwater pier just below the shop, so I took some photos there.

Since I was now halfway to the beach at the end of the road, I decided to go to see how it looked there by now.

On the way I passed our graveyard. When the tide is high and there also is a storm, the waves will splash onto the lower part of the graveyard. It looked quite wet in places.

Further out the fjord, the waves now came crashing on to the shore.

Near the end of the road, it was even wilder.

Some of the birds seemed to enjoy themselves in this kind of weather.

This boat house does not look quite safe:

It was still standing when I left, however, and has weathered many more storms than this one during its time.

At first I was alone at the beach, but after a while a few more people turned up.

Waves are fascinating to look at.

The wind had increased a bit, but still no rain.  The clouds were sailing across the sky at full speed, and sometimes they cracked, so the light was changing by the minute.

Most of the photos above I took out of the car window, but I also went outside for a little while, – after having parked the car facing the wind to make sure the door would not be ripped off when I opened it.  There was no real danger that would happen, – it’s just a habit I have aquired after having lived in this area for many years.

My fingers were quite stiff after a few minutes outside. I had to hold onto the camera with a firm grip, and the wind was quite cold.

When I left the beach, the wind had not gotten worse. The waves were still quite rough for many hours afterwards,- but nothing out of the ordinary for a winter storm.

We are of course lucky that it was not as bad as, or worse than, was predicted. That can happen too.

We would probably be wise to believe it every time they cry “Wolf” regarding the weather, – but it gets harder the more often, and louder, they cry.

Eldrid


Chasubles

I have spent the first days of 2011 updating the galleries at my website, a task that has been postponed way too long. While looking up photos of works that were finished during the last couple of years, I was reminded of some topics I had planned to write about on the blog here, but which did not happen at the time.

One of the posts that have been on the back burner for a while, is this one about the chasubles I delivered to the small church in the village of Ålfoten in May 2010. This was a very special commission.

The church is very old. According to oral tradition, it was built in 1610, so in 2010 they could celebrate the 400th anniversary of the building. There is evidence that the chuch was built on the spot where an even older church had been standing, – possibly a stave church, – so the site has a long tradition of worship.

I was contacted by the parish council in 2007 as they wanted to commission a green and a white chasuble to be finished in time for the 400th anniversary.  3 years may seem like a very generous time span in which to finish this, but these things take time, as the plans for the design, fabric choices, etc. must be approved by authorities on several levels before the actual sewing can begin.

My first step in deciding on a design is to visit the church and take lots of photos. Working from photos alone is possible, but I think it is important to also visit the place in person to get to feel the atmosphere, so to speak.

The photos are useful in several ways. In addition to reminding me of how things look, I can also scale the design proposals to a size that can be placed in the photo, in order to get an impression of how they will look in their proper place inside the church. An impression is all I get, however, – getting the fabric colours right by manipulating photos is nearly impossible. Fabrics ought to be seen live inside the church before deciding on the colour.

Inside the church has bare timber walls, built log cabin style, and with no paint. The only painted items in the church are the pulpit and the large altar piece, - large compared to the size of the church, that is.  The top of the piece cannot be seen from the seats, – it is so tall they had to remove part of the ceiling to fit it in, and you have to go quite close to see all of it.

It is as old as the church, but was painted, or repainted, in 1767. Seen from a distance when entering the church, the visual impression, – except for the “wings” on each side, – is one of rectangles of different shapes, colour, and texture/pattern.

In the church there is an old, red chasuble that is still in use. The parishioners wanted the new ones to be the same size as this one, and approximately the same shape.

Taking my cue from the decor on the existing chasuble, and from the altar piece being divided into rectangles of different sizes, the chasubles ended up looking like this:

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When I visited the churh the first time, a small and curious detail on the altar piece was pointed out to me.

On the “wings” on each side of the altar piece, the twisted white oval surrounding the green branch has some red berries in between the twists. But one of the berries, – and only one, – is green instead of red. You can find it at the bottom in the oval to the right.

Nobody knows for certain why this one is different from the rest, but my thoughts went immediately to the stories we have heard about quilters making one obvious “mistake” so that the quilt should not be perfect, – the so called “humble block”. (The truth of, and/or reason for this is controversial, I know).

Another possible explanation is that this is the “signature” of the crafts person who made or painted the altar piece.

In any case, it is a special feature of this altar piece, which I chose to reflect in the design on the back of the green chasuble.

One of the grapes to the right is green instead of red.

The chasubles were officially delivered on the day of the anniversary service in May, – on Whitsunday. This was only a small part of everything that was going on, so with all the activities, I did not get a chance to get a decent photo of the chasubles inside the church.

Since my husband was away on his job, I invited my mother to accompany me to the service and to the celebrations afterwards. She took this photo inside the church while I was presenting the facts and ideas that led to the finished designs. It was not easy to get a good shot as the church was very crowded, -  there was even a tent set up outside for the ones who could not get inside the church itself. The service was recorded on video and sent live on the internet and on a large screen in the tent outside, and is still available here. Slide the time button to about 58 or 59 minutes into the video, and you can see two of the priests who attended the service acting as mannequins and walking the chasubles up and down the aisle so everyone could see them.

After the service there was a large celebration in the school gym, which doubles as the village hall.

These small villages really know how to organize and put on a celebration, and to make the guests feel welcome. With a population of less than 200, everyone had at least one thing, and in most cases several tasks, to do during the day, and everything went smoothly, – not one glitch was noticed during the whole day.

We were early, but all of the more than 200 seats were filled before the lunch was served: “rømmegrøt og spekemat” (sour cream porridge and cured meat), and home baked crunchy bread: “flatbrød”

The “rømmegrøt”, or “rjømegraut”  in the local dialect, was served wedding style: a procession with a musician (usually playing a fiddle, but in this case an accordion) marching in front, and all the “waiters” each carrying a bowl coming behind in a long row. The “rjømegraut” was marched twice around the perimeter of the room before it was served on the tables.

There were of course lots of congratulatory speeches, an overview of the history of the church, and lots of singing and music.

And then there was coffee, tea, and cake for everyone.

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Lovely cream cake with a marzipan cover, – yum!

 

Before we leave Ålfoten, I want to show you a few more details from the church itself.

This is the baptismal font. Very handy when the space is limited like it is in this small church.

 

On the side wall to the right there are two rows of wooden pegs. In former days the menfolk sat in the seats to the right, while the women were seated to the left (as seen from the entrance). These pegs were for the men to hang their hats on during the service. The women would leave their headwear on.

The photoes above were all taken in summer time, but I had also occasion to see the church in winter time on one cold January day when I went there to photograph some fabric samples inside the church.

I took care to be there in the middle of the day, so there would be some light. This was an ordinary day with no service, so the heating was not on, and the “mood” was quite different.


There was ice on the window panes (which I could not resist capturing with my camera), but with the clear sky and the snow covered ground outside, we got the light we needed, even though it was different than in the summer.

I guess it could sometimes have been as cold as this also during services in former times, when heating was less available.

Eldrid

There is a First Time for Everything…

. . . . even at tradition bound Christmas.

This year we went plastic for the first time, but probably not the last, – and also probably not forever.

Every second year my husband does not come home till the day before Christmas, or thereabout, -  so getting a decent, thawed, and/or dry, Christmas tree in time, may sometimes be a problem.

On one afternoon, about a week before Christmas, a farmer from further inland usually brings a truck load of Christmas trees for sale to our island, so that those of us who do not want to take an axe to a local tree ourselves, may still be able to bring one home.  So many a time I have picked up a tree in the parking lot by the local shop and wrestled it single handed into the car during drenching rain, sleet, or a howling gale, – but never ever accompanied by softly falling white snow.

So last year I thought ahead, and in order to forestall another dreadful Christmas tree expedition this year, I caved in and bought a plastic tree as a present for my husband. (Nothing wrong in giving presents that benefit more persons in the household than the recipient himself). So underneath our lovely, original, two-topped Christmas tree of last year, was a wrapped plastic tree, which graces our living room this year.

The little bit of irony is, that we have had lovely winter weather through almost all of December, so this year I really could have collected a live tree accompanied by softly falling Christmas card snow, – but that is a First that was not to happen this time around.

And I am happy with stressless plastic for now.

Merry Christmas everyone!

Eldrid

Hexagons Everywhere

On the last day of a record cold November month, I took my camera along as I walked the couple hundred metres to collect the mail.

The last weeks’ frost has almost covered the small river next to our house with thick ice. As long as there are a few small holes left, we can hear the water underneath making hollow, clucking sounds. When hearing the clucking through the walls, it sometimes sounds like there are people talking outside the house.

When the holes disappear, the river will be silent.

Hoar frost has been forming where there is a bit of humidity. It starts very small.

Then it grows outwards, and it looks like the grass straws have grown needles.

Looking closely at the tips of the “needles” one can see the hexagonal shapes that are beginning to grow, – and they are branching out.

In this part of the field the ice crystals have grown quite large, – it looks like the grass is covered in a layer of thin, white, butterfly wings.

A closer look reveals the hexagonal shapes, – layers and layers of them.

Lots and lots of variations and repetitions of the same form.

They are very thin and brittle….

… and reflect the light wonderfully.

When the full moon was shining last week, it glittered and sparkled everywhere when I was out walking in the late afternoons and early evenings.

But it is difficult to catch such glittering beauty on camera, – it is one of those things that are best when experienced “live”.

However, the details shown above, are hard to see without the help of a camera. :-)

Eldrid


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