Showing posts with label photos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photos. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
In The Presence Of Beauty
There’s been a discussion going on lately about angels and spiritualism due to HRH Princess Märtha’s engagement in such matters. That’s not a discussion I’m going to participate in, but I would like to tell you about a recent encounter I had myself with a truly angelic creature. I’ve known her all her life, and according to her I’m her favorite cousin! She’s not the baby I used to read bedtime stories to any longer, and at 27 she’s all grown up. But still, there’s a certain childlike happiness about her that’s absolutely endearing. She’s the kind of person, who seems to be always smiling, and she radiates an undeniable goodness. And - she’s got the voice of an angel.
My son turned 19 last Saturday and I gave him a trip to Sweden, Grandma and Liseberg for his birthday. So that morning we boarded the train with destination Gothenburg, and the same evening my brother picked us up and drove us to our mom’s. You can imagine how surprised and delighted she was to see her grandson, I’d kept the trip a secret the whole time. (I love having secrets, at least the kind you intend to reveal in order to make someone happy)
One of the reasons I wanted to go to Sweden was that I didn’t want to miss (again) the traditional garden concert my mother is hosting. Again I say, since it’s always been held at a “bad” time. This is an annual thing where my angel-like cousin sings and plays various rhythm instruments, her Norwegian (!) fiancé plays the guitar (both acoustic and electric), her father plays the keyboard and the accordion and then there’s a fourth woman (not related) who plays the bass. Contemporary slightly jazzy folk music, could perhaps describe their style. With a humoristic touch. One of the funniest songs is the one about how cultural differences and racism isn’t a problem - "we’re going along just fine, but please tell me how to eat a kebab with dignity…"
First we had something to eat in mom’s garden; I think there were around 65 guests. In keeping with the tradition of twisting the 7 kinds of cake theme, she this year served 7 kinds of vegetables with dip, home baked bread and something to drink. The concert itself is held over at the neighbors actually, first time because they had to move it due to rain, but now just because it’s such a fabulous place. Very charming and very odd to sit in the sheep house (emptied and broomed for the occasion) and look out into a green field with birches, where the cows are coming close to listen to the music. Almost bizarre, but I’ll swear, the cows ran away again when Maja started to sing about the kebab…
The light conditions for taking pictures were awful, with the band standing in the dark with the bright daylight in their backs...
My son turned 19 last Saturday and I gave him a trip to Sweden, Grandma and Liseberg for his birthday. So that morning we boarded the train with destination Gothenburg, and the same evening my brother picked us up and drove us to our mom’s. You can imagine how surprised and delighted she was to see her grandson, I’d kept the trip a secret the whole time. (I love having secrets, at least the kind you intend to reveal in order to make someone happy)
One of the reasons I wanted to go to Sweden was that I didn’t want to miss (again) the traditional garden concert my mother is hosting. Again I say, since it’s always been held at a “bad” time. This is an annual thing where my angel-like cousin sings and plays various rhythm instruments, her Norwegian (!) fiancé plays the guitar (both acoustic and electric), her father plays the keyboard and the accordion and then there’s a fourth woman (not related) who plays the bass. Contemporary slightly jazzy folk music, could perhaps describe their style. With a humoristic touch. One of the funniest songs is the one about how cultural differences and racism isn’t a problem - "we’re going along just fine, but please tell me how to eat a kebab with dignity…"
First we had something to eat in mom’s garden; I think there were around 65 guests. In keeping with the tradition of twisting the 7 kinds of cake theme, she this year served 7 kinds of vegetables with dip, home baked bread and something to drink. The concert itself is held over at the neighbors actually, first time because they had to move it due to rain, but now just because it’s such a fabulous place. Very charming and very odd to sit in the sheep house (emptied and broomed for the occasion) and look out into a green field with birches, where the cows are coming close to listen to the music. Almost bizarre, but I’ll swear, the cows ran away again when Maja started to sing about the kebab…
The light conditions for taking pictures were awful, with the band standing in the dark with the bright daylight in their backs...
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
"Working Girl"
On Monday I took my old car out for a drive, I had to pay a professor in Rosendal a visit. Even though my practice period at the Institute of Marine Research is over, I am still asked to write a newsletter for them. Really exciting, especially since this is concerning groundbreaking research. (And the fact that I'm getting paid for the job, something I haven't experienced since sometime back in the last millennium...)
Anyhow, the summer has really hit this frozen part of the world, and the sun is sending us it's insidious rays all day long, so the ride in to "Rose Valley" was nothing but delightful. Even the ferry trip, which I usually find quite boring, was nice since I could enjoy the sun from the top deck.
I met with the professor for lunch, and it soon became evident that I am not professional! I realize that this is something I have to work on if I ever want to hold a job. As I didn't know the "procedures" for a meeting like this I chatted away as usual. Everyone who knows me get the picture, right? And when I'm nervous, I get seriously incoherent, talking nonsense, and I felt like an idiot most of the time. Charm really didn't work there.
But maybe it was all in my head? 'Cause I actually said something that caught his attention, and he even said "that was actually very well put, I think I'm going to use that". He, he, I've made a contribution to the "world peace"...
Here are a few glimpses from that day:
Anyhow, the summer has really hit this frozen part of the world, and the sun is sending us it's insidious rays all day long, so the ride in to "Rose Valley" was nothing but delightful. Even the ferry trip, which I usually find quite boring, was nice since I could enjoy the sun from the top deck.
I met with the professor for lunch, and it soon became evident that I am not professional! I realize that this is something I have to work on if I ever want to hold a job. As I didn't know the "procedures" for a meeting like this I chatted away as usual. Everyone who knows me get the picture, right? And when I'm nervous, I get seriously incoherent, talking nonsense, and I felt like an idiot most of the time. Charm really didn't work there.
But maybe it was all in my head? 'Cause I actually said something that caught his attention, and he even said "that was actually very well put, I think I'm going to use that". He, he, I've made a contribution to the "world peace"...
Here are a few glimpses from that day:
Friday, March 16, 2007
A Swedish Sub
My father is visiting me this week, which is always a pleasure. It's challenging too, as it often is when you live so close up to someone for a week. But whatever disagreements we might have it's worth it; my father has always been, and still is, very important to me. (So is my mother, but she's coming next month, so I'll come back to her then...)
The other day we were talking about this and that, and he asked me:
-You know that your grandfather served in the Navy, don't you?
I wasn't sure really, and I started to think about my grandfather, who died when I was 12. I remember my grandparents on my father's side, as an older distinguished couple who had all the time in the world, and more than willingly let me stay for sleepovers. I could sit at the opposite side of his desk and listen to his stories for hours. The funny thing is that I can't remember a single one of them, all I remember is the atmosphere and how i felt. A little in aw, and honored. But he sang, I remember that, or at least I think it's a memory. The truth is however that he did sing a lot earlier, and my father still talks about the book, with all these old songs written down, which was stolen from my grandfather's backpack while they were marching in the military. So at some point I must have known that he'd spent some time in uniform, but I guess I only thought of it as his military service. To me he was a retired bus driver.
But that's how kids think. They get the facts, and jut put them somewhere in storage without dealing so much with them. Kids are much more living now than yesterday, and so did I. My grandfather was 68 when I was born, so all I knew was this gentle and kind senior person. But apparently he served six years, and started out as a submarine seaman right after WW1.
He couldn't continue that due to some damage to his eyes. While using the observation scope to scan the sea surface and sky, the seamen's eyes were unprotected against the harsh reflections from the sun, and a lot of them got injured.
My grandfather therefore started to sail with minesweepers such as S/S Srängaren and S/S Blenda, and he also served as chief steward on the cruiser HMS Fylgia around South America.
That my father's older sister was born in 1926 I guess could have something to do with my grandfather giving up his Navy career, and when he went ashore for good he started out as a chef and butcher. Probably not both things at the same time, but so far my father's recollections are a little mixed up about this. Understandable, considering he was just a baby. We might get it sorted out sooner or later, but it's not that important.
All the small things we don't know, about people who are close to us. I think I'll have to sit down soon with my father and start record everything. He's a story teller, as his father was, and I feel a little obligated (and inspired) to keep up that tradition.
The other day we were talking about this and that, and he asked me:
-You know that your grandfather served in the Navy, don't you?
I wasn't sure really, and I started to think about my grandfather, who died when I was 12. I remember my grandparents on my father's side, as an older distinguished couple who had all the time in the world, and more than willingly let me stay for sleepovers. I could sit at the opposite side of his desk and listen to his stories for hours. The funny thing is that I can't remember a single one of them, all I remember is the atmosphere and how i felt. A little in aw, and honored. But he sang, I remember that, or at least I think it's a memory. The truth is however that he did sing a lot earlier, and my father still talks about the book, with all these old songs written down, which was stolen from my grandfather's backpack while they were marching in the military. So at some point I must have known that he'd spent some time in uniform, but I guess I only thought of it as his military service. To me he was a retired bus driver.
But that's how kids think. They get the facts, and jut put them somewhere in storage without dealing so much with them. Kids are much more living now than yesterday, and so did I. My grandfather was 68 when I was born, so all I knew was this gentle and kind senior person. But apparently he served six years, and started out as a submarine seaman right after WW1.
He couldn't continue that due to some damage to his eyes. While using the observation scope to scan the sea surface and sky, the seamen's eyes were unprotected against the harsh reflections from the sun, and a lot of them got injured.
My grandfather therefore started to sail with minesweepers such as S/S Srängaren and S/S Blenda, and he also served as chief steward on the cruiser HMS Fylgia around South America.
That my father's older sister was born in 1926 I guess could have something to do with my grandfather giving up his Navy career, and when he went ashore for good he started out as a chef and butcher. Probably not both things at the same time, but so far my father's recollections are a little mixed up about this. Understandable, considering he was just a baby. We might get it sorted out sooner or later, but it's not that important.
All the small things we don't know, about people who are close to us. I think I'll have to sit down soon with my father and start record everything. He's a story teller, as his father was, and I feel a little obligated (and inspired) to keep up that tradition.
Friday, March 09, 2007
Sardinian Afternoon
That wassuch a wonderful
afternoon;
our first day
in Sardinia.
The hazy sky
started
where the
placid water
ended,
and the air
was
blissfully
warm.
A day to be
present.
A day to
remember.
Friday, February 16, 2007
99 Bottles Of Champagne On The Wall
So, I'm back in the roller coaster again - traveling at a tremendous speed up and down, and round and round. Tuesday and Wednesday sure were lousy days, not that anything really dramatic happened, it was mostly my thinking going haywire, as it sometimes does. Yesterday though it was time to celebrate Toril and Jan Erik who finished their master theses. It has been established a custom there to buy a bottle of Champagne whenever someone has graduated, but as they were two people graduating we (me and Synnøve) had to buy two bottles. Just simple logic, right? But Mattias had also bought a bottle. Now we had three, and the madness had only started...
The celebration was to begin at 1 pm, right after they had handed in their work at the office. Line, Camilla and Silje came up, and the first bottle was popped open. Jan Erik wasn't there for the first bottles as he had to go to work (he came back later), and Line and Camilla only stayed for a short time as they just had a short lunch break. It won't make any sense trying to remember the correct order of events, and about who came and went at which hours, but we pretty soon found out that we needed more bubbly and Mattias was a good boy and ran downtown to pick up three more bottles.
At some point when Jan Erik was back again, he called his new girlfriend and she was asked to join us. We were all very excited to meet her, and she turned out to be a absolutely wonderful person. Not only because she brought another five bottles...
All I can say now that is I'm very proud of my dear friend who has accomplished so much, and what an inspiration she is!
Congratulations! Go get 'em, Toril!
Thanks for driving me home, Toril. Or rather thanks to your darling boyfriend, who did the actual driving. I think we're lucky neither of us were tempted to take the wheel...
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Icy Blue
Sunday. The day when all Norwegians go walking. As I'm not Norwegian I'm not actually brought up in that tradition, but I do like to get outside, so a Sunday is just as good as any day for a walk.
A friend of mine called me yesterday and asked me if I would like to have dinner with her today. And maybe a walk, if I could fit it into my schedule. I always have these stupid deadlines to reach. But I was a good girl, woke up early and finished the thing before noon. (Don't know what's gotten into me lately. Where's all this energy coming from?) Anyway, I called her, and then it turned out she was the one with a little bit of a problem. Her head was still spinning around from the party she'd been to Saturday night. She usually don't drink that much, but when someone offered her Cognac she said politely "No thanks", and then poured the Cognac out. Into her coffee. Which she drank.
We had a wonderful walk around her neighborhood, looking at lives, talking about our houses, or maybe it was the other way around? On the other hand, "house" can be a metaphor for your self and your life, so why not?
That's why I value my friendships so highly; we help each other, and a simple "walk&talk" can give you a whole new perspective on things. Before our walk she was feeling just as low as you can do with a serious hangover, you know, you get the idea that you will feel as slow and disconnected for the rest of your life. And I, I had other problems. Not problems really, but I worry too much. And when I have no one there to tell me otherwise I'm convincing myself that my darkest fears will come true.
After a few hours in the sun we both felt rejuvenated; her head was light and fresh again, and I? I realized I shouldn't worry. Like my father said to me on the phone the other day (and he's an infinite source of wisdom): all things need their own time. You can't rush it.
I also brought my camera with me today, which I almost forgot. We'd been walking for at least an hour when we came across this magpie, sitting low next to the road, holding something strange in his beak. It looked like a cigar, and it looked very funny. Too late I remembered I had my camera with me, I obviously wasn't thinking through the lens. But a little later my friend noticed these beautiful icicles, and the inner child of her woke up and she wanted to destroy them all. Well, weren't we a sight! But before going ballistic on natures creation I immortalized the scene with my Pentax. The light wasn't the best, rather boring, but the result came out very blue, and here I think it works anyway. Suits the icy theme, sort of:
And me? I'm not that cold anymore.
A friend of mine called me yesterday and asked me if I would like to have dinner with her today. And maybe a walk, if I could fit it into my schedule. I always have these stupid deadlines to reach. But I was a good girl, woke up early and finished the thing before noon. (Don't know what's gotten into me lately. Where's all this energy coming from?) Anyway, I called her, and then it turned out she was the one with a little bit of a problem. Her head was still spinning around from the party she'd been to Saturday night. She usually don't drink that much, but when someone offered her Cognac she said politely "No thanks", and then poured the Cognac out. Into her coffee. Which she drank.
We had a wonderful walk around her neighborhood, looking at lives, talking about our houses, or maybe it was the other way around? On the other hand, "house" can be a metaphor for your self and your life, so why not?
That's why I value my friendships so highly; we help each other, and a simple "walk&talk" can give you a whole new perspective on things. Before our walk she was feeling just as low as you can do with a serious hangover, you know, you get the idea that you will feel as slow and disconnected for the rest of your life. And I, I had other problems. Not problems really, but I worry too much. And when I have no one there to tell me otherwise I'm convincing myself that my darkest fears will come true.
After a few hours in the sun we both felt rejuvenated; her head was light and fresh again, and I? I realized I shouldn't worry. Like my father said to me on the phone the other day (and he's an infinite source of wisdom): all things need their own time. You can't rush it.
I also brought my camera with me today, which I almost forgot. We'd been walking for at least an hour when we came across this magpie, sitting low next to the road, holding something strange in his beak. It looked like a cigar, and it looked very funny. Too late I remembered I had my camera with me, I obviously wasn't thinking through the lens. But a little later my friend noticed these beautiful icicles, and the inner child of her woke up and she wanted to destroy them all. Well, weren't we a sight! But before going ballistic on natures creation I immortalized the scene with my Pentax. The light wasn't the best, rather boring, but the result came out very blue, and here I think it works anyway. Suits the icy theme, sort of:
And me? I'm not that cold anymore.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Self Medication
I think I've said on more than one occasion that writing works like therapy for me, but so far it has only been a side effect; I haven't previously forced myself to write to feel better. Never have I considered writing as a foul medicine that could be swallowed in spoonfuls for a quick remedy. Well, tonight I thought I should give it a try, have to get back in to writing mode anyway pretty soon, next semester is approaching faster than an avalanche.
Got back from Sweden yesterday after having spent Christmas there with my family. We had a wonderful time, but I don't believe I'm the only one who suffers from feeling a little bit blue after the holidays, so today I have been doing nothing really, just walking aimlessly around in the apartment. When the evening finally came I resigned and hit the couch like a overcooked vegetable soaked in melted butter.
I don't think a bottle of wine and three sloppy American movies (1, 2, 3) about true love and miracles ever have done anything good to anyone, and tonight wasn't an exception. A TV concert with James Blunt, with him singing even sloppier "Goodbye My Lover, Goodbye My Friend" kind of pushed me over the edge. After that obscene emotional marathon my eyes had the same color as Rudolph's nose, and my head felt both empty and in pain at the same time. (Much like having the flu...) The least thing I thought I'd do was writing, had no inspiration and I felt I had nothing to tell. And then why should I?
I thought of all the nice pictures I took this week, all the fun we had, and all the strange things that had happened, but nothing seemed to be relevant. At least I didn't know whom to address it to. I still don't, and if it helped at all writing this post I don't know, you'll have to ask me tomorrow. Until then you can have a look at a few of my Christmas pics. And yes, those Yellow Foots, were picked on Christmas Eve, which under normal circumstances wouldn't be possible.
Got back from Sweden yesterday after having spent Christmas there with my family. We had a wonderful time, but I don't believe I'm the only one who suffers from feeling a little bit blue after the holidays, so today I have been doing nothing really, just walking aimlessly around in the apartment. When the evening finally came I resigned and hit the couch like a overcooked vegetable soaked in melted butter.
I don't think a bottle of wine and three sloppy American movies (1, 2, 3) about true love and miracles ever have done anything good to anyone, and tonight wasn't an exception. A TV concert with James Blunt, with him singing even sloppier "Goodbye My Lover, Goodbye My Friend" kind of pushed me over the edge. After that obscene emotional marathon my eyes had the same color as Rudolph's nose, and my head felt both empty and in pain at the same time. (Much like having the flu...) The least thing I thought I'd do was writing, had no inspiration and I felt I had nothing to tell. And then why should I?
I thought of all the nice pictures I took this week, all the fun we had, and all the strange things that had happened, but nothing seemed to be relevant. At least I didn't know whom to address it to. I still don't, and if it helped at all writing this post I don't know, you'll have to ask me tomorrow. Until then you can have a look at a few of my Christmas pics. And yes, those Yellow Foots, were picked on Christmas Eve, which under normal circumstances wouldn't be possible.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Hands On Research
I'm not sure if I'm feverish or just plain brain dead, but these days I found the silliest things amusing. Like my new phone. It's red and almost, as Toril said: sexy. I wouldn't actually say that about such a prosaic thing as a mobile phone. But this one? It is. Kind of.
When I first read about it long before it was released I new I would like to have one, and I just figured I'd wait for it. But just shortly after, my son's phone was stolen, so I offered him mine and bought a cheap phone for myself. From then and until now I've been pretending I was over this kind of gadgetry and was perfectly happy with my very basic phone. No camera, no extras, no nothing really. I could make calls with it, though. Kind of the idea with a phone, isn't it? And why bother with all that extra stuff? The cameras are usually not that good, and if I want to take pictures I'll use a proper one. Music? Have my 6Gb Mp3 player, no need for that.
Lucky me, my son is a teenager, and a lot of them have some serious problems in differentiating between what's their's and not; so for the second time this year some kleptomaniac couldn't resist the temptation, while my son was playing basketball. Now I could stop pretending, and I ordered the SonyEricsson K610i which arrived today. This is when the fun starts, and the very reason I first noticed it:
It has a blogger function!
With just a few key strokes I can publish to my new mobile blog account, as for now only in old Blogger, but hopefully new Beta Blogger will catch up pretty soon. What I hope even more is that I somehow can find some inspiration in it too, regarding my field of studies. Blogger Mobile could be relative to both "Digital Culture & Digital Media" and "ICT & Learning", I guess. And I DESPERATELY need inspiration.
Have to remind me what I told myself when I first began this journey at the University. I said, that it's not only what I learn there and what stimulates me, but in finding out what's not stimulating I will get a clearer picture of what I want to do. And one thing for sure, I'm too old to be back in elementary school with reading aloud from a book. Pun intended.
When I first read about it long before it was released I new I would like to have one, and I just figured I'd wait for it. But just shortly after, my son's phone was stolen, so I offered him mine and bought a cheap phone for myself. From then and until now I've been pretending I was over this kind of gadgetry and was perfectly happy with my very basic phone. No camera, no extras, no nothing really. I could make calls with it, though. Kind of the idea with a phone, isn't it? And why bother with all that extra stuff? The cameras are usually not that good, and if I want to take pictures I'll use a proper one. Music? Have my 6Gb Mp3 player, no need for that.
Lucky me, my son is a teenager, and a lot of them have some serious problems in differentiating between what's their's and not; so for the second time this year some kleptomaniac couldn't resist the temptation, while my son was playing basketball. Now I could stop pretending, and I ordered the SonyEricsson K610i which arrived today. This is when the fun starts, and the very reason I first noticed it:
It has a blogger function!
With just a few key strokes I can publish to my new mobile blog account, as for now only in old Blogger, but hopefully new Beta Blogger will catch up pretty soon. What I hope even more is that I somehow can find some inspiration in it too, regarding my field of studies. Blogger Mobile could be relative to both "Digital Culture & Digital Media" and "ICT & Learning", I guess. And I DESPERATELY need inspiration.
Have to remind me what I told myself when I first began this journey at the University. I said, that it's not only what I learn there and what stimulates me, but in finding out what's not stimulating I will get a clearer picture of what I want to do. And one thing for sure, I'm too old to be back in elementary school with reading aloud from a book. Pun intended.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
This One Isn't Red...
...but it will hopefully capture that colour correctly. My new toy. Don't you just love it when work is fun?
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Sea And Sardinia
How I love when everything makes sense, even though it might be a temporary illusion. I'll enjoy it while it lasts. Tomorrow I'll be going away for a week, 'cause I have a fantastic mother who decided to treat her children with a holiday. Her children are now almost grown up at 40, 45 and 50, but we're doing our very best to stay young in mind. I think we're quite successful at that as well. Anyway, we're going to Sardinia, and I thought I'd post to the blog just once more before I'll leave.
As usual I have some ideas, or some sort of inspiration, on how and what about to write, but nothing is ever set from the beginning. Strange things and coincidenses happen all time, and are fantastic sources for my ponderings. This day has given me a few already, but the clue is to connect them all; ideas, thoughts, everyday events and peculiar incidents. If I'm able to do that, and moreover, put it in writing, I get this tremendous good feeling - ah, it fits!
So, searching the web for a suitable picture to accompany my Sardiniapost I came across this one, ready with the quote and everything:
It turns out D.H. Lawrence and his wife spent a week or so on Sardinia, and he then wrote a travelbook - Sea and Sardinia. The quote from this book hit me like a sudden wind, whirling up some forgotten desires. Liked that. "...Strong and wonderful chords awake in us, and vibrate again after many years of complete forgetfulness..." Yeah, really liked that.
Lost myself there for a moment, almost forgot what I was about to do here, and so there won't be a smart and effective closure to this post as I intended. Sardinia next! A week of relaxation, and expectations, nice food and wine, and long walks and talks in warm evenings. And let there be music; if nothing else, always the music.
As usual I have some ideas, or some sort of inspiration, on how and what about to write, but nothing is ever set from the beginning. Strange things and coincidenses happen all time, and are fantastic sources for my ponderings. This day has given me a few already, but the clue is to connect them all; ideas, thoughts, everyday events and peculiar incidents. If I'm able to do that, and moreover, put it in writing, I get this tremendous good feeling - ah, it fits!
So, searching the web for a suitable picture to accompany my Sardiniapost I came across this one, ready with the quote and everything:
It turns out D.H. Lawrence and his wife spent a week or so on Sardinia, and he then wrote a travelbook - Sea and Sardinia. The quote from this book hit me like a sudden wind, whirling up some forgotten desires. Liked that. "...Strong and wonderful chords awake in us, and vibrate again after many years of complete forgetfulness..." Yeah, really liked that.
Lost myself there for a moment, almost forgot what I was about to do here, and so there won't be a smart and effective closure to this post as I intended. Sardinia next! A week of relaxation, and expectations, nice food and wine, and long walks and talks in warm evenings. And let there be music; if nothing else, always the music.
Friday, September 01, 2006
Diversion
Last night I finished, if not exactly to my satisfaction, my latest project, and it will hopefully work sufficiently until I have more time to look at it. Last year during the webdesign-course here at the university I made a website for a friend of mine. As gallery owners and alikes constantly asks for his webadress, we thought it was about time to get his own domain. Fancy indeed, and I feel a strong pressure to fulfill the expactations. As long as this was sort of a studentproject, I could hide beneath that, but from now on there's just me. A disclaimer maybe, on the site itself?Now I have to dash, got business to do at the policestation. I didn't loose my license, and accordingly to their records I don't even have one. I do, but it's Swedish, and it has worked perfectly fine for all these years. Better go down and show it to them...
And maybe a quick coffe, Toril, while I'm downtown?
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Flower Girl
My daughter got real Green Fingers, and I promised you I'd post the picture from my birthday. So here it is, along with a couple of beautyful lillies from her garden. Enjoy!
Snake's Head Lily
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Painting The Fence
I complained the other day about the challanges with writing. Said something like "It's not like doing boring chores, which you know how to do. Writing requires inspiration! And if you don't have it you might as well do something else." This is not entirely true. I have an analysis to write, and I kept waiting for the bright thoughts and enthusiasm to emerge. They didn't but I still have to write the #¤%&?* thing. But you see, I realize I have a bucket of words. I have my pencil-like brush, and there's a screen to fill. It's like any other tedious job - just have to roll up my sleeves and get on with it. I can do this. Painting pictures I can do in my spare time.
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