... the world as I see it...

torsdag 15. september 2011

Fire!!!!!



Drama in Ålesund - right outside my office window!! So far two people injured, and the cause of the fire unknown. Lots of fire trucks and ambulances.

onsdag 14. september 2011

Rock&Roll

”Playing guitar is like telling the truth. You never have to worry about repeating the same lie if you told the truth. You don’t have to pretend or cover up. If someone asks you again you don’t have to think about it or worry about it. It’s you.”

(B.B. King)

søndag 4. september 2011

søndag 14. august 2011

Ear


"A dog, I have always said, is prose; a cat is a poem."

(Jean Burden)

lørdag 13. august 2011

Glomma

Der skogen står fredfull og suser sin sang
Med Glomma i fanget så brei og så lang
Det ligger da Solør med Våler i nord
Det likeste stellet je veit på jord

søndag 7. august 2011

Play

“There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.”

(Elizabeth Lawrence)

lørdag 6. august 2011

The walk

You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.
(Rabindranath Tagore)

torsdag 4. august 2011

Tracks in sand

"Sit in reverie, and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind"

(Henry Longfellow)

mandag 1. august 2011

Tyger, tyger


Tyger, Tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

(William Blake)

onsdag 27. juli 2011

tirsdag 31. mai 2011

Poppy

“Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze most softly lulling to my soul.”

(John Keats)

tirsdag 24. mai 2011

Apple rose


"Merrily, merrily shall I live now, under the blossom that hangs on the bough"

(William Shakespeare)

søndag 22. mai 2011

Bumble

Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it so it goes on flying anyway.


Drops

"The one had leaves of dark green that beneath were as shining sliver, and from each of his countless flowers a dew of silver light was ever falling, and the earth beneath was dappled with the shadows of his fluttering leaves"

(J.R.R. Tolkien, Lord Of The Rings)

lørdag 21. mai 2011

Trees


"There is always Music amongst the trees in the Garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it."

onsdag 11. mai 2011

lørdag 30. april 2011

Simplicity

"Simplicity is indeed often the sign of truth and a criterion of beauty"

Curl

All that is not perfect down to the smallest detail is doomed to perish.
(Gustav Mahler)

tirsdag 26. april 2011

Happiness


"The secret of happiness is freedom. The secret of freedom is courage"

lørdag 23. april 2011

Tussilago Farfara



COLTSFOOT Botanical name: tussilago farfara Parts used and where grown The flowers, leaves, and roots of coltsfoot have been used as herbal medicines. However, the roots are generally avoided now. Coltsfoot originates in Eurasia and North Africa, and now also grows throughout damp areas of North America.

fredag 22. april 2011

Mustang Sally






You been runnin' all over town, now


Oh, I guess I have to put your flat feet


On the ground


tirsdag 29. mars 2011

mandag 21. mars 2011

Morning has broken


Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word

torsdag 17. mars 2011

The Birds



He. Where thou dwellest, in what grove,
Tell me Fair One, tell me Love;
Where thou thy charming nest dost build,
O thou pride of every field!

She. Yonder stands a lonely tree,
There I live and mourn for thee;
Morning drinks my silent tear,
And evening winds my sorrow bear.

He. O thou summer's harmony,
I have liv'd and mourn'd for thee;
Each day I mourn along the wood,
And night hath heard my sorrows loud.

She. Dost thou truly long for me?
And am I thus sweet to thee?
Sorrow now is at an end,
O my Lover and my Friend!

He. Come, on wings of joy we'll fly
To where my bower hangs on high;
Come, and make thy calm retreat
Among green leaves and blossoms sweet.

(William Blake)