if i have nothing to say, i won't say it.

Attempting to get from Oslo to Washington DC turned out to be troublesome this time: stuck in Oslo for nine hours, hotel in Newark for a few hours sleep. A cranky, knackered team got there in the end though. I hate transportation.

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?

D.C. is a strange city; it feels like a bubble. It is a smallish, administrative city in a very very large and powerful country. It is rather anonymous. It seems, in this city of administration, power and museums, people live here for a few years, and it gives the city a neutral feel. I am…

the last days. heading home soon, from our little jaunt that got an unexpected two weeks extension. Good work done, fine people all around.

took a couple of hours off work, and went to the eastern marked. Colour, air. air & space.

Fine days, hard work. I am getting a blister on my neck from the chain for the ID card. I guess that means we’ve been here a while.

One of the boys ended up in hospital for a few days, and everything stopped for 48 hours or so. We had a glimpse into the health care system here, and it was – retrospectively – interesting. .

Squirrels are the best pea-brains I know of. Oportunistic, curious, adaptable; and wonderfully forgetful. It always makes me smile when passing a tree, rock or building, with a little tree growing out of it. Forgotten nuts moves nature around. .

The museum of natural history is an endless inspiration: I wish so hard I would have had the time to sit down and draw all those wonderful things..

Plans changing, exciting days..

Again; arrived safe and sound. D.C. is still buried under big piles of snow, and it was a close call wether the plane would land at Dulles or not, but a bit of luck there.

“America is a large, friendly dog in a very small room. Every time it wags its tail, it knocks over a chair.” – A. Toynbee –