All posts filed under: Mama don’t take my Fujifilm away
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48 hours in norwegian landscape
A The queue is short, the ferry is only a few minutes off shore and then we’ll be on our way. The scenery is familiar, the fjord is grey, the atmosphere synthetic and lovable. B C Norwegians take good care of their travellers, must give them that. Rest stops all over, nice ones too. Bathing temperature would have been nice but one can’t have it all. D It’s getting late. We’re almost there so we […]
Fly, fly to
There have been times when wanderlust has made a bit of a number of itself, yelling fly, fly away. Run, run as far as you can, no faster, faster, even faster than you can. I hear it but normally don’t listen. Or can’t—whatever the reason—do as it says. And there have been times when I’ve had to fly to—fly back to—back to what I would much rather run away from. At such times wanderlust doesn’t […]
Student housing, the 1972 vintage
In 1972, Fantoft Student housing, designed by Erik Fersum & Jørgen Djurhuus, was ready to make space for some 1300 new students in Bergen, Norway. I would have liked to be there. Although, having lived there on and off while studying, about thirty years later, I can admit to having some mixed feelings for the housing project. I can’t deny my fascination for this kind of buildings—large concrete monoliths—but this fascination seems to reach only […]
Dear foreground
Dear foreground* happened after getting seriously bored with photography and the process and everything that comes with it and in an attempt to avoid the seemingly inevitable divorce deciding to carry only two items; a camera with a lens on it and a tripod, which wasn’t much different from what I had been doing before except that it now meant a different and a lighter camera with a different lens on it. There is a […]
Hiking that trail
I like to think of this particular trail as my backyard, at least it starts there. And depending on the season, light conditions, the photographic equipment on my back and my general attitude to picturemaking—not necessarily in this order—it can take somewhere between three and six hours to get back to my front door.
Fly, fly away
No need for words.
For travellers, to look outwards
No words.