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The story of how my alma mater, University College Østfold, broke the intellectual property laws, stole my work, refused to pay, notify, credit or apologise.Continue reading “theft. educational kings of incompetence” »
oh, what joy!
Again, after the new-years spin it is still great fun to board the cardboard plane and visit the clouds! more pics of the world from above here
If you walk slowly enough, you see little things in Oslo. I came across a couple of mysteries.
Continue reading “oslo mysteries” »
My brother got his licence a while back; he blames it all on me (whom he should blame though, is the eminent Thore ‘propell’ Thoresen who started it all. So finally, I got to go up ..and see flat, flat Denmark from a tiny, cardboard plane with a lawnmower engine: fab! more! Continue reading “up in the air!” »
what happens in black and white?
days looks different.
melbourne, australia Continue reading “black & white” »
If you ask a norwegian what s/he is most proud of, you might find a usually quiet person prattling on endlessly about natural beauty. Waxing lyrically, this norwegian might go on and on and on and on (and ON) about snow, mountains, deep forests, long rivers, rolling farmland, dramatic coastline, the mad explosion of spring. Ad infinitum. Yawn. Continue reading “norway, my stupidly beautiful country” »
Gulls are not the most popular birds. But they are beautiful, in their specialized and very able ways. The ducks don’t have a chance..
I haz nut.
Work work – no time to sightseeing or go arty photographing. Little snippets, though. Continue reading “wildlife, geeklife” »
Photos are not always meant to show something. Sometimes they are only there to contain shapes and colours. Sometimes, it is not a magic moment, but a play of light and an interesting composition. Could it surprise you? Continue reading “images of no-things” »
Stuck in Santa Rosa – luggage not welcome on the bus, find mysterious, non-existent Greyhound bus stop miles down the road… Not a promising start for out trip south to San Francisco. Continue reading “Californaey, San Francisco” »
-three days in Riga
I like textures. I like odd angles. Beautiful concrete, several hundred year old wood, steel beams. Physical, almost abstract. Everywhere. Character. Decay. Details containing the whole. Childish attention to details.
Continue reading “Large things, close up –” »
The moon was beautiful tonight, and playing with my new camera is a delight. It turns out it was a partial lunar eclipse that I was totally unaware of. It makes it so much more delightful to be suprised by things like that. Reading everything in newspapers is overrated. Being prepared is overrated.. Continue reading “Six faces of the moon – partial lunar eclipse” »
Today, blue is probably the most popular colour around.
We assosiate good things with it, it represents all sorts of positive things: air, sea, freshness, calm, and a few not so; feeling blue, blue monday. At least in this day and age, blue get a good deal of attention. But it was not always so- Continue reading “The colour blue – the devil, the virgin and the red dyers’ bribes” »
Going to my sisters place is fraught with danger. She’s got a large basket with newspapers, economic tidings and interior magazines. It’s the latter that contains pitfalls.
On one hand, I like to flick through others’ creativity; other ways to treat three dimensions. Bear in mind that all these magazines are worked over the same formula, and are – these days – endless pages of whitewashed walls, empty spaces and the the odd chique madonna & child, in a seemingly random combination.
Do not be fooled. The casualness is bollocks. And the fact that all the delightfully manipulated photos are taken at some unspecified holiday-lunch-time, with pale light filtered through casual fabrics the owners “picked up” in Marrakesh. Continue reading “Perfume for my x-mas tree, salt for my hair” »
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