photo taken at Alnes, Norway
photo taken at Alnes, Norway
Jeg reprogramerer hjernen og blir litt bryllupsfotograf fremmover, så hvis du eller noen du kjenner skal gifte seg og trenger fotograf med mye energi og kjærlighet for kjærlighet, så ta gjerne kontakt. Jeg bor i Oslo, men flytter lett på meg. Er f.eks ganske ofte å finne på Vestlandet, og har ellers lett reisefot.
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Tying the knot, are you not? Need a photographer or videographer? And maybe you want your very own gifs? If you pick me up by either jet plane, helicopter og hot air balloon: I'm yours. Seriously though, I'll travel the world to photograph your wedding. Send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org, and we'll talk about it <3
Our lives are rivers, gliding free
to that unfathomed boundless sea
the silent grave
Tither all earthly pomp and boast
roll to be swallowed up and lost
in one dark wave
Tither the mighty torrent stray
trither the brook pursues his way
There all are equal, side by side
the poor woman and the son of pride
lie calm and still
From the poem Coplas por la Muerte de su Padre by Jorge Manrique, transelated by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, and altered slightly by me. Photo taken somewhere along the Camino de Santiago this summer
snille gode morfar. tenker på deg av og til med sorgfullt hjerte, og andre ganger med takknemlighet. tenker også på deg med irrasjonell anger og følelse av utilstrekkelighet, men det ignorerer jeg.
it's interessting how you can be absolutely in love with something, but still ready to let it go. That's how I feel about life now, in general. I love every step, but I continue to look forward.
for the night I am staying in Biarritz. My God, I could live here for the rest of my life.. The authentic buildings, the slight smell of sea-salt in the air, the amazing nature, the perfect air- and water temprature, the cheap wine and lovely places to have a coffe..
I am traveling for some weeks now, and if I wanted to, I could just stay here for a while. Live the Biarritz-life. But I booked a place to stay in Bilbao tomorrow. Moving forward in life. Seeing new places. Being in the now
I went to develope some rolls of film I shot last year, today. I knew more or less what was on them, but what I didn't know was that one of the rolls already had photos on them from about ten years ago. I basicly melted together time, in a way. might make a project our of this
Becoming a more elevated version of myself, is scary for many reasons. Holding on to physical things feels so very good, and it helps me remember life.
I can be very forgetful, and that has been worrying me on a subconscious level all my life. I imagine being 90 years old, looking back at life and seeing nothing but a void. I am scared I won't remember how I lived my life, and how I spent my days. I believe this is what drove me towards documenting my life
I lost my Grandfather to cancer a few weeks ago, and I remember feeling as though no time had passed the past 15 years since I saw my Grandmother lying in her hospital bed, as lifeless as he was. I recognised all the emotions and I literally remembered it like it was yesterday. Time felt relative -- almost as though life the past decade was a piece of paper someone crunched together into something unlinear and chaotic. I had lived for so long and done so many wonderful things, but the reality of life crunched it all together.
At one point I started to remember big and smaller events in life. I remembered how life changing it had been to truly fall in love, and I remembered becoming a big sister. I remember the places I had lived and the journies I had made both literally and mentally. All this because I had been collecting and documenting. I had been capturing my time, and I could look back as much as I felt like.
So I guess I'm very scared of letting this type of life go. I'm scared in general. Little by little, though, I am letting myself trancend into a bigger and higher conciouns. I am living more and more in the now, and I am accepting that now is enough. I hope and believe that then will be enough in 60 years.
photo is linked
it took me four years to finish this movie. what I mean by that is that it took me four years (and three days) from when we decided to go out and take a sequence of photos to make a short stop-motion film, untill I yesterday decided to finish up, and put them together into this nice litte clip. let it go down in history
most men and women, through mere ignorance and mistake, are so occupied with the factitious cares and superfluously coarse labors of life that its finer fruits cannot be plucked by them. the finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling. yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly
taken from the book Walden by environmentalist and transcendentalist Henry David Thoreau. Walden; or, Life in the Woods is one of my favorite books in the world. I could probably write a book about why it's so important for everyone to read it, but I've come to terms with the fact that I have the attention span of a three year old, so that's not going to happen. Read it with patience and a dictionary at hand. It's a must read if you are a human being, and especially if you feel like changing the world a little bit.
factitious: not spontaneous or natural, artificial
superfluously: unnecessary, needless, extravagant
our lives are rivers, gliding free to that unfathomed, boundless sea the silent grave. so thankful and joyful that our rivers glide together in balance and perfect shifts.
this photo is taken from my grandfather house in Haugvegen. I grew up here, and all the neighbors were my friend. most of them were my grandparents age, and I would go by the mailboxes, take out their mail, and deliver them at their doors. an excuse to visit I guess
in the red house there used to live an old man that I would visit from time to time. he was the only one I knew that was alive during the first world war. I had a very limited understanding of what that ment, but it interested me a lot. I would ring his doorbell, and stand patiently outside his door for about three minutes (a long time for a young girl) and ask if he wanted to talk, or if he needed anything at the store. I visit his and many others' grave when I'm at home and my mind goes wandering.
what a wonderful childhood. I'm so happy I can look back at it with a sense of admiration and longing, but still be content with and very happy about being a grown up. all the different times in life are beautiful. be where you are now.
I've been away from this blog for a few months now, and it has done me good. I've been above usual productive, and below usual guilt-tripping myself for not getting enough done.
the year so far has been about getting stronger physically and mentally. I've made new friendships, and my life in general is more balanced and centered around acceptance. besides that, I've started making more movies, and by that I mean more time consuming ones.. this is the first of many movies made with blood, sweat and inflammation.
my heart is burning with ambition and love these days, and it doesn't seeme to quench. I hope my readers will come back eventually. there is so much I have to share
one of my favorite mountains on the north-east coast of norway
sometimes you have experiences so intense you feel like the elements just crashed into you. it can either be meeting a soul mate, giving birth, or maybe just when you see a life-changing movie or listen to a song that speaks to you. this post is dedicated to those kind of moments, and this song is one of those experiences.
Tor Jonsson sitat
baby they're tumbling down, because I finally finished my karaoke movie. I was asked to make one for an event (intermezzo) at the Demon's Mouth gallery in Oslo, and I feel happy about the finished result. I feel like I've been able to communicate exactly what I wanted to, and I have never had that feeling about anything I ever made before.. it ain't perfect, but it's a start, and I'm feeling confident. so for those of you who are not planning on visiting the gallery, I am posting the video here in a week or so, so stay tuned why don't you
(the top gif is of my grandfather a few months ago, and the bottom gif is of my grandmother in the late 60's)
the sky over St. Hanshaugen, Oslo on a September afternoon. where I'm currently planted, and where I currently have a bit too much to do. somehow I always manage to double book myself this time of the year, and this time around proves no different.
I promised myself that I'd take a break from expectations and from this busy life, and focus on centering myself and on absorbing life. I'm not holding myself to my promise that much, but I just have a few things I have to finish first ... #doingitthewrongway
quote by Walt Whitman