This week we are only flirting with the idea of

winter, little skiffs of snow, darkness in the morning

and again in the early evening, warm to cold and back.

Last week it was more autumnal. So my next few

posts will be photos from last week with some

favorite Scandinavian poets.

"Houses, roads, skies,

blue inlets mountains

opened their windows."

           The Journey

                  Tomas Transtromer