Picture post

[yakalskovich]

I had planned to go to the 'Resurrection Service' on the old church-yard today, because a) I haven't run out of general thankfulness towards the universe since my health scare last autumn, and generally like to go to church occasionally now to express that (and the Lutheran church I belong with, denominationally and geographically, does do some rather interesting stuff) and b) potential zombies, given the name and setting; but when my alarm went at half past seven for that, I sat up, looked through the crack in my Gothic drapes, and sank back into bed: "I'm not going friggin' anywhere!!" as there was snow on my blacony, sticking quite well, and more falling. "Except outside, with my new camera that's neither new nor mine!" I added when the alarm came back on post-snooze five minuter later. I jumped out of bed, grabbed the camera, warm socks, a warm woolly, and my new anorak, and went outside to take pictures, first on the balcony, then downstairs in the rear backyard where Falk the Metropolitan has his terrace.



Snow falling on primroses



That rosemary was meant for the lamb stew we are going to have for dinner!



Spring flowers, Easter eggs (purple, of course!) and snow



Snow on the little yellow flowers on the bush behind Falk's terrace



The Mets spent several days last week expanding the terrace to this nice outdoor sitting room for summer; and then, winter came back!



The more it snows (tiddlety-pom), the more it goes (tiddlety-pom) on snowing...



And then, a wan sun did break through the clouds!

And I just went to the regular Easter service.-

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A few days ago, I found this video via Google+, and all the complicated stuff Thomas the Metropolitan had tried to explain to me when he brought me the camera suddenly became crystal clear. On these pictures above, I finally started frobbing aperture and ISO in relation to each other to get what I wanted. I'm really proud of some of them. Finally, I got it!

And now, some pictures from last weekend I hadn't posted yet, pre-epiphany, but I tried to edit out the digital noise from taking those pictures at a breakneck ISO.



At the Little Lady's birthday party, Sphinx had baked a cake especially for me (which everybody else then wanted to try as well): a savoury Icelandic pancake stack, with cucumber, eggs, red peppers and salmon. That way, I could have cake and still keep my Lent thing of 'no meat, no sweets'. The thing to its right is an Icelandic apple roll which I didn't try, of course, but might on another day. And then, in the evening, there was the aformentioned hákarl.



The Little Lady is 13 now, got an iPod Touch for her birthday from her parents, and is almost taller than my mother, as you see here.



Little Jón slept through most of the proceedings.-