The good old days

Take me back to the good old days

where I can dance to the tune of a song.

Take me back where the family I love

is together like we all belong.

Take me back to the good old days

those days went by so fast.

Take me back, let me start all again

and this time make love last.

Take me back to the good old days

to correct the things I did wrong.

Take me back let me correct those mistake

that I have regretted for oh so long.

The Frydenlund house in Old Bergen

Sky Watch

Winter in Old Bergen

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Old Bergen Museum includes around 40 distinctive wooden buildings from the 1700s and 1800s. This area, built up like a small village like it was in the days of our forefathers. Here you can see how the poor fisherman and his family lived, as well as the house of the wealthy businessman. Old Bergen Museum has oldfashioned cobbled streets with buildings housing a bakery, barber, dentist, photographer, shoemaker, etc. All the buildings were moved here.

( Olavrosa.no)

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Drømmeland

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Kom inn i drømmeland med meg

Lukk øynene dine

La vinden ta tak i deg

og løfte deg over skyene

til en verden hvor solen alltid skinner

 og hvor verden er perfekt.
Til en verden uten bekymringer
hvor vi kan leve lykkelig for alltid.

Kom inn i drømmeland med meg

Top of the world

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Such a feelin's comin' over me

There is wonder in most everything I see

Not a cloud in the sky

Got the sun in my eyes

And I won't be surprised if it's a dream.

Everything I want the world to be

Is now coming true especially for me

And the reason is clear

It's because you are here

You're the nearest thing to heaven

that I've seen.

-Carpenters-

 

 

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Playing with Photoshop

I dag har jeg lekt meg litt i photoshop. Bildene under har jeg lagt ut tidligere, men nå er de i B&W med tilhørende regn.

Ønskes musikk til bildene så trykk play :-)

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When autumn leaves start to fall

The falling leaves

drift by my window.

The falling leaves

of red and gold.

When autumn leaves start to fall

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Høsten

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Mange dager av purpur og gull har oktober gitt oss

under en himmel som daglig blåner seg mere blå.

Ennå er frosten bare et disig varsel bak åsen,

men langsomt, langsomt begynner året å gå i stå

Aldri er sinnet så åpent som slike høstklare dager,

når luften smaker av blomster og av kjølig jern,

og noe svever forbi deg, et minne du ikke husker,

en drøm som bestandig er like udrømt og fjern.

-Finn Kalvik-