Month: August 2019

Summer day, walking

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Summer, walking

Summer light is nice, it lasts forever. In some places at least, say north of 60 degrees, it does. Not here though, not in Southernland. Not because Southernland is so far south, just enough to allow night to be night and change the summer light character quite a bit. It’s still nice, very nice in fact. The hows and the whys and that sort are not too important. Just different. By the way. It’s not […]

Pull, with a twist

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Pull, with a twist
Unrelated? Perhaps.

During a less–than–likeley–ever–to–be–realized moment of fantasy I looked up this place in Iceland. It's fairly remote, the last time I was there the only way to reach it could hardly be described as a road. A double track with ambitions perhaps. For all I know that may have changed though. The search engine came up with several informative—for the potential tourist—and less informative pieces. I clicked on the images tab. The first few captured the scenery, there was birdlife, the odd man–made structures in the landscape, people looking out towards the ocean. Then the 4x4 shots, the I conquered the landscape with my vehicle, my extension photos.

We speak in hearts, stars

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Night sky, stars..

Not that kind of stars, but stars that use only a small amount of energy and in return they don’t shine particularly bright. Or for long. Same applies for the hearts I believe, and thumbs, for that matter. I wish there was a way to replace them, with something like a nod, but I guess that would be difficult to illustrate so that we all understood what it meant. Or—and I know I am being […]

Norsk landskap*

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Norsk landskap*

Many years ago I learned about this project, Norsk landskap (*norwegian landscape), carried out by four photographers who drove off with a 10×8 camera and several boxes of film in an attempt to redefine the norwegian landscape photograph, which at the time was suffocating in waterfalls and other epic–ness. A brief disclaimer; as I don’t have the rights to publish any of theirs, the photograph above is mine. Apart from being influenced by the work […]