dreaming in norwegian

fjord dreaming

2010-04-06T10:56:00.000+02:00

i've always loved taking photos at night...the light always gives new life to something we might otherwise look away from in the day

snow

2010-04-05T09:49:00.000+02:00

there is a stillness of peace that blankets the land in the winter. like a land trapped forever. the eastern mountains of norway hide many a frozen moment in their valleys

oslo

2010-04-04T07:31:00.002+02:00

The perpetual sunset hovers over Oslo throughout the winter months. it stops feeling romantic somewhere in the middle of january and becomes lonely, there is too much shadow to hide in

time

2010-04-03T09:59:00.002+02:00

some moments never end. i find myself falling deeper and deeper inside of them, for i will not leave them, and they never leave me.

♥

2010-04-02T13:58:00.002+02:00

a moment to love

fairies

2010-03-21T21:07:00.002+01:00

This photo reminds me of fairy gardens i used to build as a child. i loved imagining tiny worlds for the fairies that they would visit at night, shrouded in magic. Every morning id run outside as soon as i was awake, hopeing to catch a lingering fairy. all i ever saw was tiny worlds i was too big to enter. but i kept checking every morning.

up and back again

2010-03-20T09:31:00.003+01:00

up and back again we traipse on the path to where we are heading, forgetting to look around at the alien landscape building around us. head down. foot forward. where have we taken ourselves?

light up

2010-03-19T22:18:00.003+01:00

light up light up as if you have a choice. even if you cannot hear my voice, ill be right beside you dear.

waiting. always waiting for you to know.

Carrots

2010-03-10T20:55:00.003+01:00

in a small town outside of Paris i visited a farmers market and bought carrots from the lady at this stall. it was a wednesday. today i woke up in Oslo and fought my way through classes, assignments, shopping centres and work to be able to come home and find ten minutes of the peace i felt in that market by writing this blog. today is a wednesday and the lady at that store will have been selling her carrots all day. i wonder what she goes home to.

winter

2010-03-08T09:38:00.003+01:00

Walking in prague i couldnt help but think...this could be any time. who else had seen what i saw, what was their life. the entire city was an eery story waiting to be read in every stone that paved the roads

old friends

2010-03-02T09:25:00.003+01:00

a new month and new times...yet i find myself looking back on old friends and old months. my truest friend who always comforts and never lies...left behind by many, always cherished by me. film, my old friend... there is an understanding that is lost with digital photos, a subtle, minute understanding that moves a picture from beautiful to extraordinary. you wont find it in your digital manual because film craves more of you than understanding how to operate your camera. it craves you.

break away

2010-02-26T09:14:00.001+01:00

i think i see you in this moment. think i know who you are. constantly leaning forward to break away...always on the edge of something great

childlike

2010-02-23T14:06:00.001+01:00

on the boring days. on the uninspiring days.twirl.become the child you once where.

i am every city

2010-02-21T00:17:00.002+01:00

this could be your afternoon in any city in the world. what defines our view of a city is the experiences it allows us, this could be anywhere and yet it is somewhere in my memory warming me and reminding me that outsides deserve wallpaper as much as in

evening falls

2010-02-16T17:20:00.002+01:00

there is beauty to be seen in every falling of the sun

love

2010-02-15T22:45:00.004+01:00

no matter who you are...what you are, its nice to know that there is someone perfect for us all

free to be

2010-02-11T18:15:00.004+01:00

there arent always words for a feeling that takes us completely by surprise. jump without fear and be free to be. nothing more. just be.

up

2010-02-10T20:45:00.002+01:00

as i waited out the ice cold sunset of summer north of the polar circle, waiting for the horn of this island to appear to me i got tired of looking up to clouds that would not reveal their secret to. looking below at what had always been plain to see i saw beauty in what does not hide itself..it only awaits a viewer

i see you

2010-02-09T19:42:00.001+01:00

city of lights and love. city of a thousand ages. timeless city. i lose myself in your lights willingly.

Always Open

2010-02-08T11:41:00.003+01:00

in Italy the old hides poorly amongst all that sparkles and is new. sometimes it is forgotten and found again and we marvel at its beauty shining at us from another era. will this be found again one day..made new again and used again? i think not. but it strikes me that there is always a beauty in something that does not belong to our time, for we can only dream of its use.

guardian

2010-02-07T13:30:00.002+01:00

sometimes when im feeling homesick i think of you perched above my home, watching over all that i love, guardian. one day i will return to you. but not yet

Ghosts

2010-02-06T12:53:00.002+01:00

When i watched this evening unfurl i felt calm, sitting at the base of these giants i wondered who else had looked for inspiration in their beauty. the ghosts of those who had pondered before me seemed to wrap themselves in the clouds..unable to leave this view even in death

locked

2010-02-05T10:02:00.004+01:00

if you take a padlock to one of the many bridges in florence, write the name of yourself and the one you love on its side and padlock it through the frames of the bridge then your love can never be unbroken....or so the story goes. it will stay chained to the steady bridge through all the eternities of the rivers ebb and flow

Subway

2010-02-04T18:51:00.003+01:00

The streets of Paris are beautiful over and under

Copenhagen...city of smells

2010-02-03T08:41:00.000+01:00

and i found where they were coming from !

Your time

2009-11-30T12:18:00.003+01:00

This isn't my moment.....

faith

2009-11-28T00:36:00.002+01:00

building faith piece by piece...

I ♥ street artists

2009-11-27T10:25:00.007+01:00

so its easy to get lost in barcelona...
especially with signs like this. i quickly learn that to follow the signs is, as someone has pointed out, walking blindly. i follow instead the paintings on steel rollaway doors...they tell their own story.

Barcelona

2009-11-24T10:06:00.003+01:00

laundry day..

feel the faith

makes me wonder why..

2009-11-17T13:00:00.001+01:00

Making the walls of oslo beautiful one butterfly at a time..

walls can talk

2009-11-09T16:17:00.000+01:00

if only my name was trace...

a walk with merelin

2009-11-06T08:54:00.002+01:00

joy ......twisting with joy

an evening in trastevere

2009-11-05T00:18:00.008+01:00

i wonder how many people tripped over this

I recently got lost in italy...luckily i found this care and remembered where i was

some things are so....italy

because we should all have a bucket and four garlic cloves hanging in our shower

light....or something

favourite colours?