This morning's sunrise, from Carmine Superiore.
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Thursday, 20 December 2012
December sunrise
Cold, dry, and with snow and ice still making the sentiero an obstacle course.The bathroom temperature is hovering steady at 5°C.
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
Eastern lights
Twenty degrees yesterday at Lago Maggiore. A strong wind by the end of the day, but no sign of any rain...
Sunrise over Lombardy, March 2012
Worth jumping out of bed for.
Friday, 23 December 2011
Thursday, 27 October 2011
Season of sunrises
Cold, hazy and damp. But the torrential rain of the last couple of days seems to have gone away. We're all sending our best wishes to our neighbours in Liguria and Tuscany...
Autumn is now in full swing in Piemonte. Varicoloured leaf displays, snow on the Alps and as I walk Jakob! early in the morning I crunch across carpets of acorns and chestnuts.
From now until spring, I have my own secret season, which I think of as the season of sunrises. During this season, my camera-carrying comings and goings coincide with some spectacular early-morning displays. And today was the first.
Lombardy sunrise.
October 27, 2011
Monday, 29 August 2011
The dawn breaks...
Seventeen degrees at 8am with a pleasing breeze and blue skies. A scorching 30° at three.
On June 16, 2011, Mama is sitting with a cold cup of tea at the kitchen table. The house is a chaos of toys, childrens' clothes and peanut husks. The dog's barking, the kids are trying to murder one another, the cats are mewing to be fed something palatable and the washing machine is lumbering its way towards a breakdown. Mama knows how it feels.
That was the first day of the 10-week summer holidays, 2011. The whole period had been planned with the precision of the world's first female field-marshal going into battle (obviously, with something to prove). A course here, a trip there, judicious use of treats, regular homework every day, and a leetle solo spa trip for Mama at the end of it all, just to recharge the batteries. On June 16, 2011 at 10am, it didn't seem as if it was going to work...
But we all survived, possibly despite the field-marshal's planning, to see this dawn break on the new term:
On June 16, 2011, Mama is sitting with a cold cup of tea at the kitchen table. The house is a chaos of toys, childrens' clothes and peanut husks. The dog's barking, the kids are trying to murder one another, the cats are mewing to be fed something palatable and the washing machine is lumbering its way towards a breakdown. Mama knows how it feels.
That was the first day of the 10-week summer holidays, 2011. The whole period had been planned with the precision of the world's first female field-marshal going into battle (obviously, with something to prove). A course here, a trip there, judicious use of treats, regular homework every day, and a leetle solo spa trip for Mama at the end of it all, just to recharge the batteries. On June 16, 2011 at 10am, it didn't seem as if it was going to work...
But we all survived, possibly despite the field-marshal's planning, to see this dawn break on the new term:
The summer ebbed and flowed about us. A hot June was followed by an astonishingly cold and wet July that did for the amateur tomato crop from Cannero to Brissago, but did better for the hard fruit that, as I write is ripening promisingly on the trees. August was hotter than usual, just to make up for July.
Holiday-makers came and went. Tidal waves of children pounded the cobbles. They insinuated themselves into seats at other people's lunch tables and learned how to pluck a chicken, make friends with feral cats, turn basil into pesto, spin linguini out of flour and eggs, and hit a tin can with a catapult at 30m.
Our little church was visited by ravening hordes of tourists, especially for the new Porte Aperte project, which we started this year. One enterprising 13-year-old, hearing that the tour was being given in English or Italian, but not German, spotted the gap in the market, wrote his own tour and in a couple of days earned a small fortune for the maintenance of the church. Bravo!
Today, though, Mama sighed a sigh of relief at 6:30am as she walked the dog, watched the dawn and gathered her wits. She felt a momentary pang of guilt as she looked forward to being child-free, to a good, long, tummy-taming walk in the woods, a peaceful hour weeding the garden, and the sight of the carpet minus a single peanut husk.
The pang soon went away.
Sunday, 5 June 2011
Brooding
Still raining, but with the occasional pause accompanied by a shaft of sunlight, just to lull the unwary into a false sense of meteorological security.
Red sky in the morning,
Shepherd's warning...
Morning view from Carmine Superiore.
Tuesday, 8 February 2011
Sunrise with a tree
Another warm and sunny day today, but there is still frost lying in the places where the sun doesn't shine.
As the world turns and the days get longer, the magical time for daily sunrise sensations is coming to an end. Only a week or so ago, my early morning walk coincided with sun-up. Now I'm just too late for the show. So here's what might be one of the last winter sunrises of 2010-2011:
Winter sun rising behind the hills of Lombardy.
Friday, 21 January 2011
January sunrise over Lago Maggiore
The View from Carmine Superiore, looking towards Lombardy across Lago Maggiore.
Wednesday, 29 December 2010
Monday, 13 December 2010
Tuesday, 9 November 2010
Saturday, 30 October 2010
October sunrise
This morning's sunrise had me leaping out of bed and racing around the village in bare feet, fluffy dressing gown with trusty Nikon in hand, like a mad Hallowe'en apparition come early for the party.
October sunrise with the Chiesa di San Gottardo,
Carmine Superiore.
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Carmine Superiore.
For more Skywatch images, or to add one of your own, click here.
Tuesday, 19 October 2010
Saturday, 23 January 2010
Apricot sunrise
Cold, gloomy and resentfully damp. Today we cut the willows that grow beside the brook. M. discovers a sudden enthusiasm for teaching himself to weave willow baskets. I locate a good hiding place in the dressing room, where I spend the rest of the day pretending to reorganise his city shoes.
Winter sunrise across Lago Maggiore,
seen from Carmine Superiore.
seen from Carmine Superiore.
Saturday, 3 October 2009
Sunrise : above and below
Morning view.
The ridge above Maccagno, Lombardy, with the lake a seeming abyss below.
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Showing posts with label Sunrise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sunrise. Show all posts
Thursday, 20 December 2012
December sunrise
Cold, dry, and with snow and ice still making the sentiero an obstacle course.The bathroom temperature is hovering steady at 5°C.
This morning's sunrise, from Carmine Superiore.
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
Eastern lights
Twenty degrees yesterday at Lago Maggiore. A strong wind by the end of the day, but no sign of any rain...
Sunrise over Lombardy, March 2012
Worth jumping out of bed for.
Friday, 23 December 2011
Thursday, 27 October 2011
Season of sunrises
Cold, hazy and damp. But the torrential rain of the last couple of days seems to have gone away. We're all sending our best wishes to our neighbours in Liguria and Tuscany...
Autumn is now in full swing in Piemonte. Varicoloured leaf displays, snow on the Alps and as I walk Jakob! early in the morning I crunch across carpets of acorns and chestnuts.
From now until spring, I have my own secret season, which I think of as the season of sunrises. During this season, my camera-carrying comings and goings coincide with some spectacular early-morning displays. And today was the first.
Lombardy sunrise.
October 27, 2011
Monday, 29 August 2011
The dawn breaks...
Seventeen degrees at 8am with a pleasing breeze and blue skies. A scorching 30° at three.
On June 16, 2011, Mama is sitting with a cold cup of tea at the kitchen table. The house is a chaos of toys, childrens' clothes and peanut husks. The dog's barking, the kids are trying to murder one another, the cats are mewing to be fed something palatable and the washing machine is lumbering its way towards a breakdown. Mama knows how it feels.
That was the first day of the 10-week summer holidays, 2011. The whole period had been planned with the precision of the world's first female field-marshal going into battle (obviously, with something to prove). A course here, a trip there, judicious use of treats, regular homework every day, and a leetle solo spa trip for Mama at the end of it all, just to recharge the batteries. On June 16, 2011 at 10am, it didn't seem as if it was going to work...
But we all survived, possibly despite the field-marshal's planning, to see this dawn break on the new term:
On June 16, 2011, Mama is sitting with a cold cup of tea at the kitchen table. The house is a chaos of toys, childrens' clothes and peanut husks. The dog's barking, the kids are trying to murder one another, the cats are mewing to be fed something palatable and the washing machine is lumbering its way towards a breakdown. Mama knows how it feels.
That was the first day of the 10-week summer holidays, 2011. The whole period had been planned with the precision of the world's first female field-marshal going into battle (obviously, with something to prove). A course here, a trip there, judicious use of treats, regular homework every day, and a leetle solo spa trip for Mama at the end of it all, just to recharge the batteries. On June 16, 2011 at 10am, it didn't seem as if it was going to work...
But we all survived, possibly despite the field-marshal's planning, to see this dawn break on the new term:
The summer ebbed and flowed about us. A hot June was followed by an astonishingly cold and wet July that did for the amateur tomato crop from Cannero to Brissago, but did better for the hard fruit that, as I write is ripening promisingly on the trees. August was hotter than usual, just to make up for July.
Holiday-makers came and went. Tidal waves of children pounded the cobbles. They insinuated themselves into seats at other people's lunch tables and learned how to pluck a chicken, make friends with feral cats, turn basil into pesto, spin linguini out of flour and eggs, and hit a tin can with a catapult at 30m.
Our little church was visited by ravening hordes of tourists, especially for the new Porte Aperte project, which we started this year. One enterprising 13-year-old, hearing that the tour was being given in English or Italian, but not German, spotted the gap in the market, wrote his own tour and in a couple of days earned a small fortune for the maintenance of the church. Bravo!
Today, though, Mama sighed a sigh of relief at 6:30am as she walked the dog, watched the dawn and gathered her wits. She felt a momentary pang of guilt as she looked forward to being child-free, to a good, long, tummy-taming walk in the woods, a peaceful hour weeding the garden, and the sight of the carpet minus a single peanut husk.
The pang soon went away.
Sunday, 5 June 2011
Brooding
Still raining, but with the occasional pause accompanied by a shaft of sunlight, just to lull the unwary into a false sense of meteorological security.
Red sky in the morning,
Shepherd's warning...
Morning view from Carmine Superiore.
Tuesday, 8 February 2011
Sunrise with a tree
Another warm and sunny day today, but there is still frost lying in the places where the sun doesn't shine.
As the world turns and the days get longer, the magical time for daily sunrise sensations is coming to an end. Only a week or so ago, my early morning walk coincided with sun-up. Now I'm just too late for the show. So here's what might be one of the last winter sunrises of 2010-2011:
Winter sun rising behind the hills of Lombardy.
Friday, 21 January 2011
January sunrise over Lago Maggiore
The View from Carmine Superiore, looking towards Lombardy across Lago Maggiore.
Wednesday, 29 December 2010
Monday, 13 December 2010
Tuesday, 9 November 2010
Saturday, 30 October 2010
October sunrise
This morning's sunrise had me leaping out of bed and racing around the village in bare feet, fluffy dressing gown with trusty Nikon in hand, like a mad Hallowe'en apparition come early for the party.
October sunrise with the Chiesa di San Gottardo,
Carmine Superiore.
For more Skywatch images, or to add one of your own, click here.
Carmine Superiore.
For more Skywatch images, or to add one of your own, click here.
Tuesday, 19 October 2010
Saturday, 23 January 2010
Apricot sunrise
Cold, gloomy and resentfully damp. Today we cut the willows that grow beside the brook. M. discovers a sudden enthusiasm for teaching himself to weave willow baskets. I locate a good hiding place in the dressing room, where I spend the rest of the day pretending to reorganise his city shoes.
Winter sunrise across Lago Maggiore,
seen from Carmine Superiore.
seen from Carmine Superiore.
Saturday, 3 October 2009
Sunrise : above and below
Morning view.
The ridge above Maccagno, Lombardy, with the lake a seeming abyss below.
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