The wind it blows this time of year, it chills my soul and all my tears. And I don’t know how we got here, my friend. Wars may end but memories kill. They say they won’t but they always will. And one more time straight up that hill, again. I know these hills Ash into […]
Taken out on a drive with the pony. This is one of the most charming spots along this route, with the old stone fence and the huge tree behind me in the first shot, and a lovely view of both the village by the fjord and the mountains. Nordviksula covered in mist and the old […]
Nordviksula at sunset, taken on my way home from work.
A lovely day in April, Mio followed me up to the little grove by our house as I went to collect the birch sap from the tapping bottles I had placed out. He was playful and silly, but kept still long enough for me to take some photos of him in between his crazy fits. […]
When I grew up, we had snow every winter. It would come in November and stay until spring, and it would always be white outside on my birthday in December. Then suddenly one year, there wasn’t any snow on my birthday and we could play longball on the lawn. Since then the amount of snow […]
One morning, we woke up to the very first snow of the season. But just a thin layer, compared to the rest of the country. It was beautiful though, with some of the autumn colours still shining through and a thick morning fog that rose up from the fjord.
We had the most colourful autumn here this year, which I tried my best to make the most out of together with the horses. After being away for two weeks working with other horses, tacking them up for others to ride and guiding their rides on foot, and then end my stay with a trip to the […]
While I was away, the nature has really exploded in yellows, reds and browns back home. Our mountain looks like she’s on fire, and the vividness of the landscape is just stunning.
When autumn arrives, it’s time for me to go to my favourite place down south to work at the farm I look at as my second home for the holidays. I just wish my own farm was located closer, so I could go there more often. Back home the leaves had barely started changing colours […]
Sørelva (Southern River) in Saltfjellet, Norway 13.07.16.
Time of Solitude 