Ismångatan in my smultronställe
We’re swiftly nearing the end of our first year together in Sweden so, naturally, one last trip to Ulvesund was in order.
Since it is completely impossible for me to visit without taking seven hundred photographs, we went for a walk around the icy neighbourhood this morning in search of subjects.
We took Cilla, the very enthusiastic dog, with us for company, and so she could relieve herself.
When Cilla was first introduced to iced over bays, her response was “heck yeah, now I can walk more places!”
But today the ice was crumpled up against the coastline; too thin and too jagged to walk over.
We supposed she’d be bummed out and stick to dry land, but no. Cilla’s new favourite thing is CRUSHING ALL THE ICE WITH HER POWERFUL DOG HANDS.
When the ice is too thick, she chomps it or whacks it repeatedly with one or two paws.
Perhaps she has never felt more in control.
It’s hard to keep from being poetic with such beautiful surroundings as these.
And they’d have been pretty boring captions had I just named everything in the frame.
“Ice.” “Ice with water.” “Icy water.” “Icy rock in water.”
It turns out to be rather hard to sum up a whole year in a new country, a new home, with a new family and a new language, especially since it feels like we’re just wandering off for a holiday in another place.
For a year and a half.
So the “why Sweden is super different to Australia and what I’ll probably miss a lot” is still in the works and perhaps I’ll get my act together and write something really good over the next few days.
If not, I’ll just take more pictures and try to be less sappy with the captions next time.