31. The black sheep. Or goat.

One of these animals is a wolf in a cheap Halloween-costume. Guess which.

30. The eye(s) of the tiger.

Even though the Siberian tiger is imprisoned, locking eyes with a beast such as this is both terrifying and fantastic. Later that day, I called a female lion over to me by making purring noises - neither things I would've tried in the wild, or without a fence between us.

Now, I'm not usually a big defender of zoos. Some of them treat the animals like it really IS a prison, with a strict policy of miscarriage of justice. I suppose they're all like Kafka's Josef K, and wonder what the fuck they've done wrong. (I'm actually banned for life from a really bad Zoo in Denmark. I'll get back to that, I'm sure.) But. There is one zoo where the larger predators at least seem to live an okay life, and that is Kristiansand Zoo. It's a question of space. Space, and places to hide from prying, human eyes. I've been here twice without seeing the wolves - four times missing the wolverines.

So, my favorite zoos are the ones where you don't always see the animals.

29. Yellow boat with yellow sky.

This is from the same island as the last photo. Notice the footprints leading out to the left. They may have been left by some thieves who crossed over the ice to the next island, plundering its summer houses. Havsøy (Sea Island) is usually only accessible by boat, so I guess this is more proof of King Winter being a bad guy.

28. On ice.

Ice covering the beaches and ocean outside Stølsviga, Hisøy. I fear neither name work very well in English.

The unfortunate hiatus in my blogging has to do with a sick hard-drive. I'm not a technical person, so that's all I can tell you. Oh, and there's about five years work stuck in it. Yes, I know it would've been smart to make back-up files, but I guess I'm not. Smart, that is. Instead, I eagerly await my hard-drive's return from the computer hospital, hoping it's nothing lethal.

Meanwhile, I'll show you some of the photos I'm taking these days, from a place of summer in the claws of winter. Consider this a non-commercial break in the story.

27. Predator to predator.

Yes, it's meant to be this confusing.

26. The message in the bottle.

25. Then there was nothing.

So, the climate talks in Copenhagen was a total failure, and nobody is even acting surprised. It makes me think it was just one Hell of an expensive show for me and you - the regular world citizen - to make us believe our rulers actually care. Maybe we should have spent that money on windmills instead.

24. Grateful for nothing.

Here, in the story, it's still summer. Not so outside my window, where snow is piling up. Nice Christmas-present for the kids, I guess, but torture for their parents' backs. So, these days, I'm grateful for owning neither a car nor a snow shovel.

23. On insanities.

Do you know where your insanity is located? We've all got one. Some bigger than others, for sure, but we've all got one. Whatever size yours is, remember to let it out once in a while. Insanities have a tendency to grow if they're locked up for too long.