Ice pops

Warm

My new alpaca dress knit by Violet. It'll surely be one of my favourite clothes this winter and years to come.

Do your dreams have wings?

Such a good phrase, isn't it?

This Christmas we ate mostly sushi but tried some new delicacies as well. The lemon dessert above is called dreams have wings  (unelmilla on siivet) taken from Tofukeittokirja which has to be one of my favourite cook books. Mom treated us with slightly more traditional Finnish meal.

Let your heart be light...

Photo Thursday: Tiptoeing elves

Step lightly, silently...

See other images for Photo Thursday here.

Snail mail

One of my favourite christmas traditions (and I don't have that many) is writing and sending cards and greetings to family and friends. A bunch of cards is ready for posting.

Photo Thursday: Nessun Dorma

Nobody shall sleep

See other photos inspired by Puccini's aria Nessun Dorma here.

Makroviikot: Kynttilä | Weekly Macro: Candle

Iced snowberries (waiting to be lit)

Weekly Macro's topic is a candle.

Something for the new year

Testing of making photo collages. The images above were chosen for the print-out calendar 2012. Fun to do  - so hopefully the end result is good enough as well.

Nonpareil

Mustavalkomaanantai: Lamppu | B&W Monday: A Lamp

Due to lack of snow, B&W Monday is lighting up our life with artificial light. This one is a photo of Helmat -floor lamp in our living room, shot upwards.

See other challenge photos here.

Valokuvatorstai: Odotus | Photo Thursday: Waiting

Photo Thursday inspires with a sample of a short story by Mirkka Rekola.

Joku istui vieressä ja näytti minulle, mitä oli kaiverrettu hänen rannekellonsa taakse.

Hyvin pienin kirjaimin.

”Hän jota odotat tulee pian” siinä luki.

- Se on sitten ajan takana, minä sanoin.
- Siinä lukee ”pian”, hän vastasi.
- Mutta ne jotka odottavat eivät koskaan ehdi.
Sen minä sanoin ja ajattelin että kun he sanovat ”pian” puussa jo kasvaa puisia hedelmiä.
- Entä jos siinä lukisi, että hän on jo tullut, minä kysyin.
Silloin hän nousi kiireesti.

”Sinä sitten olet epäuskoinen ihminen”, hän sanoi ja lähti.

Mirkka Rekola: Maskuja