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| Sailing ship in fog on Hammarby Quay |
As autumn is approaching, we are experiencing a nice interlude, usually called Indian Summer. Even now, in the second half of September, temperature lies around 20° C in mid-day. This is not the ordinary way of life here, although it now occurs for the second time in a row. You may recall the blog post Aurora's last pink laces from just a year ago, with similar weather conditions.
This rare post-Summer phenomenon is caused by a persisting High on the continent, which is shielding off Sweden from cooler air, encroaching on us from the Atlantic West. Of course, high atmospheric pressure this time of year cannot prevent Stockholm from cooling off considerably after the sun is setting, which it does earlier and earlier in autumn. As a result, day warmth is accompanied by heavy morning fog, which takes a couple of hours for the sun to chase off, for nice weather to re-appear around mid-day.
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| Fog over Hammarby Sound |
Come to think of it, the fog clearing and letting through the sun provides me with a suitable metaphor for considering various conditions in life. Is it not often the case that we fumble around in foggy circumstances, not really knowing what we are doing and where we are heading? And does it not happen, at rare occasions, that uncertainties suddenly dissolve and clarity of insight follows?
This need for clarity of course becomes the more pronounced the more we advance in age. Youth is mainly guided by instinct and drive. Or, to put it otherwise, even a blunt ax can fell a tree, if only applied often and vigorously enough. The exigency for sharpening arises for us old-timers, since pure force and endurance is no longer available.
The back-page of the Financial Times Weekend Edition, my favourite newspaper, comes to mind. Two columnists occupy this place of contemplation. One of them, a vigorous youngster, is ever busy with locating opportunities of improving the world and himself. His column is called The Fast Lane. The other writer, much older and more sedate, is in his column The Slow Lane ever looking and longing for clarity. I have to admit that I find the youngster more stimulating to read, maybe because he let's me re-discover a younger man in myself.
But, however we try and labour, there will come an end to all of us, bringing us ultimate clarity, I trust and hope.
6 comments:
Hallo Emil, auch bei uns kündigt sich der Herbst mit Nebelschwaden an und der Sommer war kaum vorhanden! Der Vergleich mit der Axt gefällt mir sehr gut, Klarheit und Schärfe hilft aber wahrscheinlich in jeder Lebenslage, danke für Deine immer interessanten Schilderungen und Einsichten, Wilfried
Dea Emil, thank you for these beautiful, enchanting photos. True, they are a bit melancholy, as are some of your reflections. But the sun is there, and I do hope that the "ultimate clarity" - as welcome as it will eventually be - still takes some time to reveal itself even to us "old boys" - there's still so much to live for! Thanks again and all the best! Hannu
Hos oss på Mjölkö ligger morgondimman tät över nejden och fastlandet är mestadels ur sikte, när vi vaknar. Den lilla ön utanför vår tomt framstår ibland i en nästan magisk belysning.
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Hej Emil!
Idag strax efter tre tog Helena och jag vad som nog blev säsongens sista utebad vid Ängbybadet i Mälaren. Tio minuter senare brakade ovädret loss med åska, hagel och häftigt regn. Men vi hann in i bilen!
Dag
Lovely photos, as usual Emil. Many thanks!
Best regards, Heather
Hi Emil!
You have a great view and the best opportunities to take beautiful pictures.
Have a nice day and autumn.
Regards
Akram Monfared Arya
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