Summer's end

Summer's over, and I've had a lovely last couple of days in the south. Managed to sneak in another fishing trip, on my own this time. I love, love, love, being out on the ocean, the spray of salt water, the smell of seagulls and seaweed, and the wind and the waves playing with the boat. It's such a pity that I don't go boating more often.

Caught me some nice fishies, two mackerel that I threw out again, a good-for-nothing female cuckoo wrasse (rødnebb) that also went back in the water, a cod (torsk), a ballan wrasse (berggylt), and a tiny baby atlantic pollock that I only kept because it had blue spots and I therefore did not know what it was at the time (it's the top one below).

I also didn't know what the ballan wrasse (bottom one) was when I drew it up out of the water. All I saw was a fishy with a spiky back fin that I didn't want to touch, in case poisonous. I finally managed to get it in the bucket, still no tuouching, and off the hook by cutting off half his lip...

When I got back to the cabin, a friend rang and I asked him about the unknown fish, where as he at one point asked me:
"Does it have big, duck-like lips?"
"Like you, you mean?" I replied.
"Yes, just like me."
"Why, yes, it does have big lips."
"Then it's probably a ballan wrasse."
 

 

Korsvika

First time climbing outdoors a couple of weeks ago. Beautiful, everlasting sunset. Then we talked to a man who had caught a fish. We saw porpoises, and the man caught another fish.

Flowers

I am turning into my mother. Taking pictures of every fucking flower I see. But then again, mountain flowers are very pretty. And one of my compact cameras has a very good macro function.

 

froggidy-doggidy

A frog I met up north last year. He was very good and sat rather still for a relatively long period of time. Or is it a toad?

Summer

Looking forward to summer. Eating fresh shrimps on white bread with a wee bit of dill on top, picking tiny, wild strawberries, and feeding the ducks. Except that was last summer. This summer I will spend working in a mine up north.

something else

The low quality blog is dead. It might reoccur in some kind of zombie state at some point. But for now things will be kept simpler. And shorter. And maybe even longer.

For posts to come: just because it's written here, doesn't mean it's true. Doesn't mean it's untrue either.

Many many years have past since this photo was taken. I still like ducks.