STOPP KRAFTLINJA I HARDANGER

Jeg elsker å ta bilder av Norges vakre natur, og i forrige uke var vi i vakre Hardanger. Fjordene gir Hordaland sin karakter, og det er de høye vakre fjellene og fjordene som setter sitt preg på landskapet. Hardangerfjorden med sine 179 km fra hav til fjell er den lengste fjorden i Hordaland. Hardanger er Norges frukthage.

På det øverste bildet har jeg prøvd å photoshoppet det noenlunde slik regjeringen ønsker det skal se ut etter hvert, med en 90 km lang 420 kV kraftlinje tvers gjennom Hardanger.

Monstermastene vil bli opp til 45m høye og kraftgaten vil bli 40 meter bred

Monstermastene vil nok desverre ruve enda mer i landskapet enn bildet viser, da dette bilde selvsagt er dårlig manipulert, og jeg har heller ikke fått med de enorme og lange kraftledningene.

Det nederste bildet er hvordan det vil se ut med sjøkabler.

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Vøringsfossen

I just love my country in summer. This picture is taken in Hardanger near by Vøringsfossen.

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Just Delicate Needles

It’s so delicate, the light.

And there’s so little of it. The dark

is huge.

Just delicate needles, the light,

in an endless night.

And it has such a long way to go

through such desolate space.

So let’s be gentle with it.

Cherish it.

So it will come again in the morning.

We hope

 

-Rolf Jacobsen-

 

 

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Sunset in Bergen

 

One of the most magnificent sunsets I have ever seen here in Bergen. The skies just opened up and let the sun shining through.

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Weekday reflection

Weekday photos

Life

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“Life is all about timing... the unreachable becomes reachable, the unavailable become available, the unattainable... attainable. Have the patience, wait it out It's all about timing.”

-Stacey Charter-

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Summer in Bergen

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Letting go...

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see all this ice we´ve crossed

we´re at the shore and now we fall

should have seen this coming you seemed way too secure

and I was hanging on to you

the last dance that you and I had

was a reckless one

with skates undone

and the last chance for another one

is a chance I´m letting go

now i can´t see the sun

but I know it´s going down

should have held you tighter should have opened my eyes

now you´ll slip if I hang on to you

-marte wullf-

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Sunset

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Magical moonlight

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Snow

so peaceful and serene,

caressed by the soft moonlight,

gave magical feelings to the night...

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Reflections

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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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You raise me up

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You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;

You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;

I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;

You raise me up: To more than I can be.

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Herdla church is a church on Askøy, an island outside Bergen, Norway.

The church is from 1863.

The picture is taken late at night, after dark.

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- Childs's hymn by Charles Dickens-

Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father
Ere I lay me down to sleep;
Bid Thy angels, pure and holy,
Round my bed their vigil keep.

My sins are heavy, but Thy mercy
Far outweighs them, every one;
Down before Thy cross I cast them,
Trusting in Thy help alone.

Keep me through this night of peril
Underneath its boundless shade;
Take me to Thy rest, I pray Thee,
When my pilgrimage is made.

None shall measure out Thy patience
By the span of human thought;
None shall bound the tender mercies
Which Thy Holy Son has bought.

Pardon all my past transgressions,
Give me strength for days to come;
Guide and guard me with Thy blessing
Till Thy angels bid me home.

Strå (-hatt)

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Vi syng om sammar`n, vi syng om sola,

vi syng om kløver og timotei,

og æille vekster som gror på jorda,

i eng og åker og dal og hei.

-Alf Prøysen-