The first time I came to the Rondane mountains — where we have a cabin — was about fifteen years ago. My wife showed me a waterfall and I took some pictures. Then I lost them. In my mind they got better and better; the best pictures I’ve ever taken, possibly. Tragically lost.
Last Saturday, we went back. To get there, you start at in this valley where some very friendly cows are grazing — the place is called Myeseter (a seter is a summer pasture in the mountains) —
After a couple of miles, the stream drops into a deeper valley. The resulting waterfall (here from the far side of the valley) is called Myfallet:
Quite dramatic, but you have to get much closer. You have to go to the bottom. It’s a hike, the same amount of effort as climbing up and down a slippery irregular firestair in the Empire State Building, probably.
these are larkspur (wild delphiniums):
Half way down the undergrowth disappears and the gorge is revealed:
And then you come upon the falls that you’ve been hearing now for several kilometres:
At the bottom, you get covered in spray and the rocks are slippery. It’s wonderful. Very loud. This is my favourite bit:
And there’s a rainbow where the sunshine is refracted through the spray.
Facing the waterfall is another waterfall, a tiny narrow trickle:
These can’t be compared with my first set of pictures; nor, sadly, with being at the waterfall itself.
A Bad Guide 
But it’s the closest we can be. Thank you!
(I mean: Es lo más cercano que podemos estar de ese lugar maravilloso, ya que estamos tan alejados. ¡Gracias! Lo vivimos un poco por tus ojos y por tu cámara :-)
It can’t be so different from Argentina, Julia. I haven’t been there, only to Brazil, but I saw a wonderful waterfall there too. I think I took some pictures of that one as well.
I’m sorry it’s so cold. 0〫is too cold for Argentina.
Yes, there are beautiful waterfalls here, but they don’t speak Norwegian… ;-)
Thank you!
Great pictures; wish I could be there!
Iguazú Falls is the most magnificent waterfall I’ve ever seen in person.
So near and yet so far.
And yet…
Closer and closer.
I extensively lack a sense of the sublime (although I would welcome a nice waterfall about now: it has been >30°C all day) and was actually hoping for a picture of the hytte itself.
Is it at least red?
Here’s our house outside Oslo.
I’ll see if I can find our hytte… Okay, not ours, but here are some nearby. They all look the same, pretty much: one storey, stained black or dark brown, with a 37 degree gable roof and red-painted trim. Old ones have roofs of enormous slate tiles (2 ft sq.) laid in a diagonal grid, newer ones have metal or grass roofs.
Is it red…
The code in most of Norway is that, unless they’re unpainted, farm buildings are red except for the farmhouse, which is white.
It is certainly very nice, but I think I must have been impressioned by the canonical Zwedish sommarstugor in questions of redness.
Unfortunately, I have not been able to persuade the Countess that we should move to Zweden even though the climate here is apparently no longer at all temperate.
Don’t listen to me, I now see that norske hytter aren’t painted white, they’re the same colour as outbuildings. I was in a hurrying to the dinner table when I wrote that last night, not thinking straight.
If you do move to Sverige, take snø tyres. The last one to move there from the low countries was Descartes. He hung around draughty courtyards at 4am, in his pyjamas, in January, waiting for Queen Christina to show up, and died as a consequence. Descartes: a man groundlessly famous for saying “I think”.
Sounds like snö pyjamas would also be handy.
waterfall pictures in the northeast corner of one’s living space is said to call money and general prosperity
i’m going to put there Niagara pictures maybe
How about an actual waterfall?
Oh, yes! An actual (fake) waterfall in your living-room… So refined and sophisticated!
A great advise from great architect
… and free of charge.