It takes 12 hours driving up to our daughter.Stop at art galleries not included. Ruby? Watch the flagpole.
Self portraits by recently passed Eikaas. "I have won over the negative. That is well done," he states down right in the picture. .
The roads are curvy and narrow. The truckers are a menace to all roadfarers.This one, carrying high explosive liquid gas, here threatens three other vehicles, to make a bypass on the slippery road.Not good for fringed nerves.
We made a stop in the town where my Dad went to gymnasium. Mark the cock at the top of the church tower. It's said to symbolize the incident in Gethsemane; Peter's denial. The black Uno belonged to my beloved Dad. Gunnar spent some months restoring it.Here it's to be deliverd to our daughter.
Serina preparing to conquer the town from the room of "our" ruby room at the beach hotel.
I do not ask more of Heaven than staying in a place like this.Driving southwards in my Mom's footpaths.
Ruby red traal boats. Here's the place to buy freshly boiled shrimps to color a gray Sunday morning,--red.
MY 'LONGSHORE LASS
FAR in the mellow western sky,
Above the restless harbor bar,
A beacon on the coast of night,
Shines out a calm, white evening star;
But your deep eyes, my 'longshore lass,
Are brighter, clearer far.
The glory of the sunset past
Still gleams upon the water there,
But all its splendor cannot match
The wind-blown brightness of your hair;
Not any sea-maid's floating locks
Of gold are half so fair.
With murmurs as of elfin glee;
But your low laughter, 'longshore lass,
Is like a sea-harp's melody,
And the vibrant tones of your tender voice.
L. M. Montgomery
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