Easter # 2

In the wintertime, especially at easter, there is no place more beautiful than back home. Up north.

My favorite part about coming to our house in Faksfjord, after about a three hour drive from Tromsø, is coming over that last hilltop and looking down on that beautiful white house sitting on top of this quiet fjord, surrounded by the snow covered mountains. Nothing in this world looks more peaceful.

One of the best things about going home on vacation is as always seeing my three young nephews again. And as always we had a terrific time. So here, back by popular demand, is the youngest one.
One year later. Same kid. Same hill. Same result.