A tribute to our Bocce Ball Club

And now the last post for the week....SUNDAY! It has been a beautiful day. The days are so short here in Skien. We do not have snow yet, but the frost is coming to the trees. The fog rests gently on the water and moves across its still surface.

The sun was going down just after 2. The evidence of a low light casts long shadows over the frozen tundra. Reflections are hazy in the glass water. Boats never rock anymore.

It is here on Bakkestranda that we ready ourselves for a triumphant game of Bocce Ball. This will be the last game for the year. Well since Brad is the one that loves the game as much as me...and is willing to even forge the wintery breezes for its execution---and he will be leaving...then I see that this might be the last. So we dedicated this game to him. Even with all that said and the perfect scene painted for Marius, Brad, and I to toss with ease and joy...
and even with the measurements taken unfairly with gloves on and sort of biased as Brad was wanting to win...and he had all the measure power...
and even when a little swan hits the waters edge and makes perfect ripples with his tail feathers into the Norwegian sun set.....I still have one thing to say.

I WON!