Feb 21
Barn door
What a strange winter. I think we’ve had a solid two months of cold weather, not a single day with temperatures above freezing. And now it’s really cold again, it was borderline too cold for me to want to go out, but in the afternoon the temperature crept up to -18ºC and it felt quite alright, properly dressed as I was. And then I came out from the protection of the forest and the wind hit me right in the face, instantly freezing my cheekbones. 
I was glad I had been smart enough to wear a scarf so I could pull it over my face, it’s not often I cover my face because I don’t particularly enjoy breathing through a cloth but rather that than frostbites.
I’m talking more about the weather and less about photography because there’s not a lot to say about photography to be honest. The entire February has been a struggle, every picture feels very forced because the thought of letting an entire weekend pass by without taking any pictures seems like a waste so I’m just scraping the proverbial barrel in pure desperation. But when everything else fails, there’s always some barn door that I haven’t shot yet!
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This is like the winters I grew up with, in Hälsingland during the eighties. It has been like walking through a desert ever since. Never a “normal” winter.
Then some years ago I realized that ones perception of a normal winter is formed during a quite short period, maybe 5-6 years from age 10 to 16 in my case, the years you start exploring the world on your own.
So it’s a strange winter – it feels like a normal one!