Jeg måtte tenke på denne dagen, da jeg våkna i dag og det så absolutt ikke var vår. Det var omtrent som den dagen i hine hårde dager. Jeg prøver å ta grep, og få skikk på meg selv, så jeg gikk en tur likevel. Og når sant skal sies, er det ikke kjekt med snø, men det kan være veldig vakkert. Dessverre hadde jeg ikke med kamerea, og det lå feil "film" i telefonen , men da ble det nesten som om jeg hadde vist dere fargebilder fra da, som hadde falmet på veien.
To day I woke up to a blizzard, well, almost anyway. And it remembered me about when I was a child, and we were at the sunday school,at Palm sunday, and our parents were there, and I was to read a poem starting somewhat like this; "Do you see spring coming to our beautiful country". Standing there, reading my poem, I was deaply ashamed, because of the blizzard outside. I did not see spring at all, only whiteness. I can still remember the feeling of wet snow on my nylon pants and patent shoes. I had my sailor shirt and blouse on, with a black collar, and must have been nine, ten or eleven years old. Not more.
To day it is also Palm sunday. I have decided to work out more, so I went for a walk. The same whiteness everywhere. Camera forgotten, my phone had to do the job, but unfortunately, the wrong film was in my hipstamatic. So now the pictures looks like they are from 1967 or something like that, being exposed to too much light. Here we go: