Early morning light

There are times I look out the window and just know that I will be able to get a good picture if I just hurry up and get out there. Last Sunday morning was one of those mornings. It was cold and windy, but the early morning light was gorgeous. We were spending the weekend at Blixland Riding Centre where the Norwegian Alpaca Society was holding an alpaca show. Two of our alpacas were in the show and we were pleased with their results.

We were put up in a summer cabin, which wasn’t insulated at all, and with a duvet which was only meant for summer, the first night was spent shivering in bed with all our clothes on. Fortunately we were given better duvets and more heating the night after. We woke up to this lovely morning:


The clear blue sky and the sun rising slowly over the horizon created a lovely atmosphere. There was not a single soul up and about, except for these two horses:

DSC07875I love how the light illuminated the hay wagon and

Høyvogn i morgenlys - KAT Pausthow it made the red paint on the barn glow.

DSC07870Can you sense the atmosphere?

Snooping around on the hayloft

Spring has bounded in and the snow has melted faster than anyone has expected. Access to the hayloft in the barn has been blocked by hard packed snow which has fallen from the roof during winter. I knew there was lots of interesting things to take pictures of there, but I dreaded climbing ladders with photo equipment to get there.

Last week end I was able to press the barn doors slightly ajar behind the mound of hard packed snow and got in to see all the old machines and other equipment which has been stored up there for years and years.  It always surprises me to see how beautifully things were made even back then. In our arrogance we tend to think that we invented good design, but they certainly new how to create beautiful things in the past as well.

Just look at the fantastic colors and the design of this roller,

and how age has worked on the colors, making them even more beautiful.

See how the iron is bent to form this lovely figure attaching the wood to the iron.

Look at the lovely iron work on the trestle carrying the old sewing machine and how the sun shining through the slats of the walls creates a lovely pattern on the floor.

This wheel is about a meter and a half in diameter. I really wonder what it was used for.

The hay wagon has not been in use for at least 80 years and still the grass huddles close to its wheels. The swallows have been flying in and out  of the barn, their droppings unfortunately creating a mess.

Tucked away in a corner is an old machine of sorts, the burlap which was placed over for protection has gradually slipped way, uncovering muted colors and beautiful designs.

We find it hard to disturb these things and will most probably leave them here for the next generation to come and admire them. All these things carry with them the history of the place and we feel we need to give them due respect.