lørdag 19. februar 2011

Og så ble det månelyst ..

I går var det fullmåne, og bortsett fra at månene blir enda litt større ved neste fullmåne, så er dette det største den har vært på lenge. I kveld er den stor og gul som en jarlsbergost - og jeg, jeg ønsker meg mye mer tele enn de 250 mm jeg har (tilsvarende 400 mm på 1,6x crop).

Fin, det er den i alle fall, månen.

The Man in the Moon Came Down Too Soon
There is an inn, a merry old inn
beneath an old grey hill,
And there they brew a beer so brown
That the Man in the Moon himself came down
one night to drink his fill.

The ostler has a tipsy cat
that plays a five-stringed fiddle;
And up and down he saws his bow
Now squeaking high, now purring low,
now sawing in the middle.

The landlord keeps a little dog
that is mighty fond of jokes;
When there's good cheer among the guests,
He cocks an ear at all the jests
and laughs until he chokes.

They also keep a hornéd cow
as proud as any queen;
But music turns her head like ale,
And makes her wave her tufted tail
and dance upon the green.

And O! the rows of silver dishes
and the store of silver spoons!
For Sunday there's a special pair,
And these they polish up with care
on Saturday afternoons.

The Man in the Moon was drinking deep,
and the cat began to wail;
A dish and a spoon on the table danced,
The cow in the garden madly pranced
and the little dog chased his tail.

The Man in the Moon took another mug,
and then rolled beneath his chair;
And there he dozed and dreamed of ale,
Till in the sky the stars were pale,
and dawn was in the air.

Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat:
'The white horses of the Moon,
They neigh and champ their silver bits;
But their master's been and drowned his wits,
and the Sun'll be rising soon!'

So the cat on the fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
a jig that would wake the dead:
He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:
'It's after three!' he said.

They rolled the Man slowly up the hill
and bundled him into the Moon,
While his horses galloped up in rear,
And the cow came capering like a deer,
and a dish ran up with the spoon.

Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;
the dog began to roar,
The cow and the horses stood on their heads;
The guests all bounded from their beds
and danced upon the floor.

With a ping and a pang the fiddle-strings broke!
the cow jumped over the Moon,
And the little dog laughed to see such fun,
And the Saturday dish went off at a run
with the silver Sunday spoon.

The round Moon rolled behind the hill,
as the Sun raised up her head.
She* hardly believed her fiery eyes;
For though it was day, to her surprise
they all went back to bed! 
(J.R.R. Tolkien)

* * * * * * * * * *
I need a friend.
Oh, I need friend,
To make me happy.
Not so alone.

(Black: Wonderful Life)


søndag 6. februar 2011

Som stormen river öppet hav

I dag har jeg og Oddvar i fotoklubben vært på Kråkenes og fotografert bølger. Surt og grått, og ikke verdens største bølger, det skal sies. Særlig med tanke på at det ikke er mer enn to dager siden det var 30 meter høye bølger samme sted ... Men en kjempefin tur likevel.

Etter hvert som sjøen begynte å flø, så tok bølgene seg opp litt, og det ble ganske heftig. Her er et lite utvalg av de ca 230 bildene jeg tok.

* * * * * * * * * *
Så stod du framför mig
Jag ville fånga dig,
och hålla kvar dig i min famn
Nånstans var du på väg,
och jag hann i fatt dina steg

(Susanne Alfvengren: Som stormen river öppet hav)