Friday, 26 January 2018
Hi there, beautiful.
On my way down to Lund, I exclaimed an "ah" - not because a guy I know from my university was seated two rows behind me - what are the odds? - but because FOG. Look at this wonderful mist, hanging in there, making everything a fairytale. What seems to be a lake in the distance is the fog, not a lake.
It was also snowy a bit like in a fairy tale.
And more mist.
This is taken in an angle typical for dedicated photographers: the uncomfortable one.
But on the way, somehow, the white magic melted. What is more confusing is that when I was going south, for a long time there were banks of snow until none was left, and when going back to north - Stockholm - it was not freezing anymore. The snow was somehow inbetween.