Ship repair and Industrial services on top of the world
Gear: Sony A7S + Sony FE 35mm f/1.4 Zeiss
My Sony family has new member, the beautiful camera on the picture below.
My mom keeps asking me how much it cost in a disapproving way. I haven’t dared telling her… *:D
There are a couple cameras at work too.
But I cannot bring them home for an extended amount of time, or to Africa. They are not mine.
If you have not read «The Little Prince» by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, you should. I reread it in a burst the other day. It’s not about cameras, but I keep remembering this phrase, along with a little lump in my throat:
He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world.
The point of having an awesome camera in your bag at all times is that you start looking at world differently, depending on which optics you carry. All sorts of new perspectives open up. Did that make sense in English?
At the very least: A camera is a good reason to look around instead of staring at your feet. Wow. I just realized it’s actually a reason to leave the house.
My new ‘hood:
Gear: Sony A7III + Samyang 14/2,8 Sony FE
I had to dig up some older neighborhood-post too:
– Did you see the devil in the corner?
My heart froze for a second before I realized Nina was asking about the plush doll she had placed above the curtain rails. I thought the kitty was cute and noticed how it looked kind of homemade when I first saw it. Now all I see is horns.
Ah, roomies and the devils they bring along…
Okey, be prepared for a long list concerning my goals for the next year! Why you should read this?
I have no idea!
Are you ever struggling with feeling happy?
Some brief days in Dublin visiting friends, and I already consider moving to the Green Island.
I came on a Monday and left on a Wednesday (barely, there were some trouble getting to the airport in time… due to TRAFFIC) with the best impression.
A couple vacation days, a journey and lots of hours chatting with your girlfriends – sometimes that is all you need to remember how to enjoy life.
I might have gotten a minor concussion too, on Tuesday night, while dancing.
You know those movies where the main character gets hit hard in the head and then develops some kind of power, like reading peoples minds? Or changes personality, forgets certain people or who they are themselves?
I haven’t figured out if got a super power along with the head bump. I chose to think some things cleared up when my scull and the floor connected though.
I’ve been thinking so much lately, about how to love myself more, and what I want to with my life, and how I can be happier. I’m not ready to put words on it yet, but I feel lighter.
Go to Dublin, maybe you will feel it too.
“There are two days in the week on which I never worry; one is yesterday and the other is tomorrow.”
Robert Jones Burdette 1844 – 1914
The day has come!
As I left work today, I had this happy feeling in my tummy, called VACATION!
It will only last a week, but this I know: A week of vacation and traveling is worth many weeks of everyday life. My colleagues will barely notice that I’m gone, while I will feel that a lifetime has passed when I see them again.
I’m celebrating by packing and looking up my old traveling galleries ❤
Where did you fly last time you got on a plane?
Everyone sees everything.
You will know what I’m talking about if your town has one street, one shopping centre, one pub, one club, one… well, only one option for pretty much everything. And if you have an ex – then you will get the dangers of leaving your house.
You can have a normal day until you see your ex’s car (which there is only one of around here) drive up to the parking lot in front of the mall, with a female passenger who reaches to his shoulder when he hugs her on the way in.
You might stay inside on a Saturday night, but your friends will not. And they will tell how intimately he danced with her, before sending you a message in the early morning hours, asking if you are awake. I was not awake, fortunately.
So I didn’t blog yesterday. It took me approximately one minute to find The New Girl on Facebook and become utterly depressed. She’s gorgeous. I tried drowning my sorrows in ice cream and watched Netflix.
Today, I’m trying to focus on how I’m doing quite fine in the moment, and not stress about the mistakes of the past, the future or other people. I’m trying to focus on me… I want to do something nice for myself.
I’m washing my clothes and cleaning my room. Again >_<
Maybe you have some good advice for me, Great Internet. What can I do to feel better?
(PS: Nobody must see me.)
My last post probably gave a hint that I’m living through a troubled period in my life. I wrote it when I was very sad.
Then I didn’t write anything for a month, haha. After buying a premium plan – so much for serious goals like writing every day!
Instead I’ve been busy with moping and work.
Norway just had elections. And my foreign friends keep asking me: Who won?
It’s hard to explain. If you ask ME (which you shouldn’t on this matter), I would say the electoral system of Norway is almost impossible to fathom.
So I’ll explain in as few words as possible (read The Guardian to understand more):
The left wing (red) got more votes, but the right wing (blue) won the election. The prime minister of the Right party, Erna Solberg, keeps her position for another term. She is choosing her ministers right now, in accordance with other parties who got a respectable amount of votes. The blue parties in the right wing got 88 seats in the parlament, and the red parties got 81 seats.
This might mean that the taxes will be lowered sometime during the next four years, we might see more privatization and Norway will probably continue to search for oil in the Arctic. All this might have happened anyways. The difference between the right and the left side is not always clear. Norway’s parties mostly place somewhere in the centre.
The first evening in the rest of my life 😉
It’s that time of the year again, another autumn of new beginnings has come.
I find myself in the beginning of my third year in arctic Norway. 70° north is not quite the North Pole, but I find it pretty exotic.
I moved here because I got a job for a local division of the national broadcaster. And even though it’s 2000 km away from my mom, my friends and everything I knew: I decided to migrate up north.
I felt ready for change. I said farewell to Oslo and my life there, thinking that moving away from the capital with it’s a fifth share of the country’s population and pretty much everything else, at the very least would teach me something.