29 December 2013

dark side of the year

short, but beautiful days

28 December 2013

windy afternoon

the diving boards are unused today

26 December 2013

mild winter

but beautiful sunsets

25 December 2013

Happy Christmas to everybody

.. and to those who are extremely sensitive to religious connotations: Happy season celebrations!

The Brits have it right: forget Happy Holidays, just wish people Merry Christmas

21 December 2013

Soria Moria

Holmenkollåsen/Tryvannshøgda seen from Holmlia. Oslo between - covered by fog

19 December 2013


Double self portrait

10 December 2013

street in a little town

man and phone

There are no hidden meanings behind this picture.

08 December 2013

01 December 2013

going low

today's sunset from hvervenbukta. nesodden behind

24 November 2013

10 November 2013

04 November 2013

quiet west

Haugesund is just as charming as I remember her - even in the dusk.

02 November 2013

it is getting darker and colder

.. or brighter and warmer - dependant on the level from where one experience it
a street songer left over her stand and equipment to this girl who never had performed in this way before.
And she touched everybody's heart.

26 October 2013

testing a new lens

a high quality 28 mm for my camera it shows to be superior to my old in sharpness and clarity.

22 October 2013

half moon


from fløyen
kjuagutt på hjørnet

17 October 2013


Northern light (aurora borealis) over the Hanseatic "Bryggen" in Bergen.

good old friends

08 October 2013

old high-tech

Firing up an old steamboat at akershusstranda, Oslo centre.

It takes several days and tons of Polish locomotive-coal to warm up 13m³ water to the boiling point.
And then the ship can leave the harbour.

colourfull fall

25 September 2013

another long week-end

.. with the phone left back outside the mountain-area's borders.

29 August 2013

02 August 2013

Under and over earth

One of the more frequent words in Icelandic landscape-names is "hraun", and when not being actively ignorant, one soon learns that this means "lava".
Where the gallow comes in, I have not found out yet, but Gálgahraun is one of the few unexploited areas of its kind close to the capital.
Plans have been made to build a a highway across it to the area where the president resident lies, but environmentalists and others have protested.

One of the more odd arguments against this road, is a "seer" who says that there are "elf-churces" in this area, and that it will unfortunate to disturb these hidden people. We should respect their sites and especially not destroy their sacred hills.

I walked into the area one night, but neither saw or in other ways sensed anything from below the ground. Over me however, in the air, lots of winged creatures squeaked and agressively chased me till I was out of the area again.

Álfhólsveg 102 - Álfhóll (means elf hill), is an elf-dwelling.
(The person on the bike is not an elf, well - I really didn't ask him - maybe his name is Álfur.)

In respect for the elves, the road is narrowed and the hill will not be re-regulated and used for anything else.

The sign explains that the Álfhóll is the most famous dwelling for elves in Kopavog, and that that some believe that here live one old and two young elves (It does not say what old and young means for elves), but earlier there were several more elves living in it.

Kopavogur church
at the opposite end of the road.

From here is a magnificent view over the bay from Reykjavik to Keflavik.

30 July 2013


Skálholt is the centre for the Church of Iceland. The first church was probably rised here already in year 1000. One of the first churches is now reconstructed upon the rests of it.

The present cathedral was finished in 1963, and when I was there, the choir had a rehearsal before the anniversary concert on the coming Sunday.

One of the tenors was the first to show up, and he answered "ég tala bara íslensku" when I started talking to him. That did not prevent him to explain that this was also his anniversary, he had been singing since the church was built. "Ég er gamall, sjötíu ára" he said when I looked confused - he did not look like a 70-year-old.

He also told me that his son lived in Norway and "hann hafa tvær dætur, ég er afi!"
He ensured himself that I understood what "afi" meant and repeated that his son had two daughters. "Farfar, bestefar" I replied. He repeated me and was happy.
The most important was now said, and he had to join the other members who now showed up one by one.

I wondered which mountain I saw behind the churches.
Hildur - one of the farmers in the area - gave me a self-ironic anxious look. "That is Hekla. It uses to have an eruption every 10 years, and now it is 12 years since last time."

28 July 2013