La Bonne Franquette

 On Montmartre

Live

 

Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air

Silence

Why Creativity Isn't Free

Time is money. Creativity costs money. This story, which has come to be known as 

The Picasso Principle sums it up:

A woman asked Picasso to sketch something on a piece of paper. 

He does, and says, "That will cost you $10,000." Astounded", she said 

"You took just five minutes to do the sketch," she said. "Isn't $10,000 a lot for five minutes work?"

And he responded, "The sketch may have taken me five minutes, 

but the learning took me 30 years." 

Journey

Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. 

You'll find what you need to furnish it - memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. 

That way it will go with you wherever you journey.  

-Tad Williams-

The secret ....

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret,

 it is only with the heart that one can see rightly,

 what is essential is invisible to the eye

Sunset

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm,

 but to add color to my sunset sky

Love of nature

Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art more and more.

A special story

Pictures always should have a special story behind it or a special meaning to the photographer.

Decision

Sometimes it's the smallest decisions that can change your life forever

Prayer

Don't pray for lighter burdens, but for stronger backs

I'll be back one day

very soon 

and I will bring my camera with me

A walk about...

A walk about Paris will provide lessons in history, beauty, and in the point of Life. 

Close to you

Why do birds suddenly appear 
Everytime you are near? 
Just like me, they long to be 
Close to you... 

The wheel of fortune

But I see now how true it is what they say in these parts,

 that the wheel of fortune turns faster than a mill-wheel, 

and that those who were up yesterday are down to-day.

The streets of Montmartre

Photography, as we all know, is not real at all. 

It is an illusion of reality with which we create our own private world.

French love

When he takes me in his arms 
and speaks to me softly 
I see the world through rose-colored glasses

Notre Dame

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.

-Marcel Proust-

Paris, je t'aime !

Tu vois, je t'aime comme ça

The beginning of love ...

The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, 

and not to twist them to fit our own image. 

Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.

Christmas

A merry Christmas to everybody

Grandchild

 

The first time that you hold them,
Nestled in your arms so sweet;
They somehow steal your heart away,
And make your life complete.

As if God saved the best for last,
Then sent it from Heaven above;
This tiny babe on angel's wings,
Your first Grandchild to love.

Chestnut tree

Every chestnut tree started out as a couple of nuts who decided to stand their ground

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Lie to me darling

She wants to believe that you have come to stay
She wants to believe that you are what you pretend to be
She is listening to you, you are warm and confident
She is listening to you and wants to believe all she hears

But she believes that what has the power to bring us together
also reasonably has the power to bring us apart
She believes that everything built eventually also will be demolished
Still she holds you so gently everytime you are there

Maria Mena in consert

My favorite artist 

with the most beautiful lyrics

I am your stubborn hypocritical lover
Guarded by thorns of my past
You have been wounded, bled out
Anger gushing
And none of us thought it would last

The winds of your ego
The waves of my tears
Made the most perfect almighty storm
That we've seen this year
But experience gathered
We've learned from our past
So don't worry darling
This too shall pass

-Maria Mena-

Waiting for the miracle...

Baby, I've been waiting,
I've been waiting night and day.
I didn't see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations 

but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come

I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come 

Ah baby, let's get married,
we've been alone too long.
Let's be alone together.
Let's see if we're that strong. 

Autumn in Bergen

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.

The ocean and me

It’s the ocean and me

We’re the ones to be

I always fall asleep

Beside the sea

And we’ve got a certain way

How it wakes me every day

I never know though

With what kind of wave

And you know about oceans

How brutally it can rush

Drown you, or calmly caress you

With a gentle touch

Past

One day at a time--this is enough. Do not look back and grieve over the past for it is gone; 

and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come.

 Live in the present, and make it so beautiful it will be worth remembering

Shade

I would feel the sunlight

But I could burn from everywhere

Now you must make me a shadow

I will shine for you in there

Painted by the sun

A photograph is a portrait painted by the sun

Any regrets?

Now that you see who I am,
are you pleased with your catch?
Is there any regret?
Or is life just perfect?

And now that you found out my weakspot
Has it made you sure?
Or do you want more?
Of lifes expectation 

Imagination

Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake?

- Leonardo da Vinci -

Footsteps

Footsteps walking with me
Footsteps I cannot see
But every move I make
And every step I take
I know they're there with me
They walk with me all the way
Beside me day by day
Through good and bad
Through happy and sad
Those footsteps won't go away 

Eggs

A photographer is like a fish, he lays thousands of eggs

 hoping that one will grow to maturity.

I wanna trust you...

I wanna trust you but I don't know if I do, 

so I'm just gonna try.

 I'm gonna try and trust you because I believe

 that we can be extraordinary together

 rather than ordinary apart. 

Memory

You know what a camera is? A mirror with memory.

Nature

Good nature will always supply the absence of beauty;

 but beauty cannot supply the absence of good nature.

Summer feelings

White Castle

One and a half years ago I was at Lysøen.

 I photographed the beautiful castle of Ole Bull. 

This picture has always meant a lot to me without knowing why.

 Is it fate? 

Because by beautiful Lysøen lives a beautiful person

 who suddenly came into my life 

and turned it around

Stormy weather

even in stormy weather the days are beautiful with you

Red Sunset

The color of love is red

Rainbow

                          Life is like a rainbow.

                           You need both the sun and the rain to make its colors appear

I Love...

I love everything about lighthouses 

their daymark, their coastal locations 

the style of tower, the keepers  dwelling 

the way they endure the powers of nature. 

Most of all, I love their light, bright, 

seen from far sight

a sense of “safety” no matter how dark the night.

Memories

I've learned that good-byes will always hurt, pictures will never replace having been there, 

memories good and bad will bring tears,

 and words can never replace feelings.

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