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I’m just developing the photos from our last holyday, in July. We went in Bretagne, north west France, discovering traditions, nature… and good food, of course. One of the firsts days, we stopped near Paimpol, in the the Côte di Goëlo, north of Saint-Brieuc. And, in a nice sunny day, we went to Beauport . . . → Read More: Romantic Brittany – Abbaye du Beauport  Comments are closed  black and white, medieval, trip  black and white, D700, France, medieval, trip, zoom The last days before coming back to Danmark. A flat island, and almost completely devoid of trees: Öland. Because a lot of photos are needed to describe properly the various landscapes…. D700 at 200ISO, 20mm f2.8 AF, f11, 1/1000sec, bias -1EV
D700 at 200ISO, 20mm f2.8 AF, f8, 1/500sec, bias 2/3EV
D700 at 200ISO, 28mm f2.8 AF, f11, 1/500sec, bias -1/3EV The typical windmills (corrently about 250, on the over two thousands existent an hundred years ago):
D700 at 200ISO, 16mm f2.8 AF, f5.6, 1/100sec, bias 0EV “Otter was one of Rodmar’s three sons. When he fished for salmon, he took on the shape of an otter. On one such occasion, the Æsir Loki, Hörnir and Odin happened by on their way to Rodmar’s house where they planned to spend the night. The Æsir thought that an otter skin would be a suitable gift for Rodmar. So, Otter was killed by a stone Loki threw at him. Later that evening the three Æsir went to Rodmar and showed him their prey. Rodmar became angry, and demanded that the Æsir filled the otter skin with gold as penance for the crime. Loki went to the Anvara river and used his net to catch the rich dwarf Andvari, who had taken on the shape of a pike. The dwarf purchased his freedom with all his gold he owned, except for one gold ring. But the gold was not enough to fill the otter skin. One more piece of gold was needed. Andvari tried to hide his ring. When Loki ripped the ring from his hand, the dwarf spoke a curse over all who come in contact with the gold, especially the magic gold ring. Once Rodmar had received the gold, he did not want to share it with his other two sons, Fafnir and Regin. Fafnir became enraged and killed his father to get at the gold. Thereafter, Fafnir took the shape of a snake and brooded on top of the gold in his home, in a place called Gnitaheden. Regin, the other brother who was a smith, wanted his share of the patrimony and planned to seize the gold through trickery. He brought Sigurd, who had earlier become his foster son, into his plans. He forged a razor-sharp sword, named Gram, for Sigurd.
D700 at 200ISO, 20mm f2.8 AF, f8, 1/160sec, bias 0EV Urged on by his foster father Reign, Sigurd dug a hole in the ground at Gnitaheden, where Fafnir (in the shape of a snake) used to slither his way to a lake to drink. When Fafnir passed the hole, Sigurd stabbed him through the heart with his sword, Gram. Fafnir died and Sigurd was given the name of Fafnesbane (the slayer of Fafnir).
D700 at 400ISO, 20mm f2.8 AF, f8, 1/125sec, bias 0EV After the deed, Regin asked Sigurd to roast the heart of Fafnir over an open fire. He wanted to eat the heart so that the soul of Fafnir would not die, because after all he was Regin’s brother. The birds warned Sigurd. Regin was planning to kill him, partly to revenge his brother Fafnir, partly to get the treasure for himself. The birds advised Sigurd to kill Regin. Then, Sigurd travelled to Fafnir’s home, where he found the disputed gold and many other precious objects. He loaded the treasure onto his horse Grani, a direct descendant of Odin’s horse Sleipnir. However, Grani refused to move from his stall before Sigurd himself mounted.”
This is the Sigurd Fafnesbane history, according to the Vöslunga saga. In Italy, you know, there are many people who follow the easter processions. But in some little villages, in many regions around Italy, survive some ancient traditions. Processions that are like centuries ago. Outside Italy, is very famous the holy week in Zamora, in Spain (sorry, the website’s only in spanish). Last easter, I’ve followed a particular procession in Castiglione Garfagnana, a little and semi-unknown village in the most famous italian region: Tuscany. Castiglione Garfagnana, like the name suggests, is in the Apuane Alps (where the Carrara marble come from)… but in the “wrong side“. La processione de’ Crocioni “Crocioni” means “big crosses”, but is not pure italian. The procession is the holy Thursday’s night, after dinner (it starts around nine), and this is the first particuality. The Crocioni start from the Castiglione Garfagnana’s main church, a nice example of the roman architecture from XII century. In front of the church were some roman soldiers, and a cross. A real cross, built in real, weighted wood. Comments are closed black and white, medieval, people black and white, D2x, flash, humans, Italy, one day, zoom |
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