
Waiting to grow old
I’m older with every breath I take. Nothing ever happens Any more. I feel time passing Every second of it heavy. Sharman MacDonald, “After Juliet”
I’m older with every breath I take. Nothing ever happens Any more. I feel time passing Every second of it heavy. Sharman MacDonald, “After Juliet”
These clouds we’re seeing Their explosions in the sky It seems it’s written But we can’t read between the line.. ..Soulmates never die Placebo: Sleeping with Ghosts
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me And even though there’s no way in knowing where to go I promise I’m going because I gotta I gotta get outta here And I’m begging …
June 2008. Bergen, driving up through fjords, past Christiansund, to Trondheim and then back down through Hedmark to Lillehammer, sleeping in cabins, talking to no one.
“And I am nothing of a builder / But here I dreamt I was an architect” (The Decemberists)
I lived in Norway for 14 months. It was amazing; one of the best decisions I ever took in my life.
Roadtripping through Portugal was one of my favorite travel experiences, mostly because I had no expectations from that country. I also spent a whole week in Lisbon, walking alone through tiny side-streets, making friends with the waiter of a vegetarian restaurant, speaking in broken Portuguese and hand gestures.
There is something amazing about being on a continent for the first time, and seeing things that are so different from our everyday experiences. I spent ten days in Cairo, and I was so fascinated by everything, I could not make a step without taking a picture.
A few shots with my lomo fisheye and with some cross-developing. Taken in Finse and Hedmark (Norway) and in Portugal, Winter through to Spring.
Buenos Aires, Ushuaia, El Calafate, Iguazu. I listened to a lot of the Postal Service on that trip. Especially Brand New Colony.