55. Thunderbird.

 Okay, you may claim that Thunderbird doesn't fit into the box "fresh water images." But it does. Those clouds are full of H2O.

What follows is the only REAL flash of lightning I've managed to shoot, in 2005.

STORM OVER TUSCANY.

While the thunder storm was directly over our house, a gecko took refuge in our kitchen. Remember you can press the images for larger views.

STILL LIFE WITH LIZARD.

GECKO ON THE WALL.

The old Etruscan town we lived in, a gem in southern Tuscany.

PITIGLIANO.

 

54. PONDeRINGS.

You could see A Place In The Sun, the first drawing of this collection, last time. From here on, the idea is to present one or two new Ponderings-pieces in every article, and also include art and/or photos which are - at least slightly and most of the time - related to the "headliner(s)" or title(s). Which in this case are ...

REMAINS OF A DEAD WINTER.

THE FINAL JOURNEY.

I'll finish with a few shots of dogs playing, which have no relation whatsoever to the themes of the day. I just liked 'em. But I guess you could say the three Alaskan malamutes are celebrating spring, or something. Whatever. Until next time!

53. NO GREY AREA: Crossroads.

This being the last installment of No Grey Area, I thought it would be a good idea to finish with a few small drawings hinting of the roads ahead. The majority of these pieces are brand new.

LURKING.

FROM THE WOLF DREAM.

 THE HOMECOMING.

FJALAR THE ROOSTER.

A PLACE IN THE SUN.

52. NO GREY AREA: The Goddess of Spring.

Today, I'm going to let the photos below do most of the talking. In other words, we're sidestepping the pure B&W this time. There will even be some colors! I've missed those things... The theme is the coming of spring, in a couple of my favorite local spots, and the first ones I shot a few days ago at Hove, where the main cast of Rox lives.

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The last batch of photos are from this wednesday, and a forest called Bjørneboskogen. (Your browser may have done strange things with that name.) In English: The Forest Where Bears Live. But unfortunately they don't, not for a very long time. Still a nice place though.

Even though nobody in power has authorized me to do so - with this last shot I declare spring as officially sprung.

May King Winter strike me down if I'm wrong.