Monday, 31 August 2015

August moments...

End of summer..
Back at work.
Busy and tiresome...

I am still on holiday as the mont starts. Had some nice days on the coast.

Fresh raspberries from the country garden in the smoothie.

I managed to finish a cardigan I have knitted over the summer.

In august we have seen the best summerweather we saw this summer. I was tempted to put my toes in the water.

Still - the evenings are now so dark that I am also tempted to light candles in the evenings.

I have waited two years for this orchid to bloom again.

Transition time is coming up - get the slippers ready.

 Back a work..
Got one last sunset out of it.....
...and the Philharmonics rehearsel ahead of their open air summer concert.

Monday, 24 August 2015


Sunset at 9.30 pm after a glorious late summer day.

The past week has seen the best summer weather we have had all summer. Still there is this distinct feeling that summer is passing. For starters - the calender shows it. Schoolholidays are over and I am back at work. It is now dark when I go to bed. I can still see the sunset from the livingroom window, but so much earlier in the evening. And if you look carefully - nature is changing colour, but slowly. I am so glad we got this week of warm weather and sun. I find August really sad when it is only rain and wind all month. Passing of summer is always a big thing. It is so short here, and often like this year, cold and wet. It  is this feeling of sadness when summer goes. Perhaps because the seasonal contrasts are so big? I find the contrasts fascinating, but still I feel a bit sad when summer is over.

Sunday, 16 August 2015


From the archives 2011.
 I am back at work. The project of teaching immigrants will continue for the rest of the year at least, but it will stop at some point. And I am thinking - what then? What will I do?  I am not a teacher by trade, and I have been thinking that I maybe would like to do something else. The world seems so full of opportunities. (But  I am not sure that it is.)

My thoughts are spinning and I am thinking: maybe I could work in a different part of the country, maybe I could go and work abroad. Maybe I could just travel. Exciting! but one thing returned to me - and that was the things that I would miss around here where my nest is. People, lanscapes, houses.

I thought about people that I know who live far away and it is years between each time they see their relatives. Could that be me?

I thought about myself at 19,when I left this country and wowed never to return to live, but eventually did so. It is something about this place and these people and this landscape. My nest! I don't think I thought twice about what I left behind at the time I left it. So maybe it is just age that creates these thoughts.

From 2011: She is so much bigger now :).

I haven't really taken a lot of photographs lately, so I flicked through my archives to see if I could find something to illustrate my nest. I chose these three from 2011/12 that to me illustrates home, people and community. I'd miss that if I left, but there are other things to see and experience elsewhere also. And other people to meet. But my nest is here! And I might just stay forever and ever and ever. Or rebuild the nest somewhere else?  Now, that is another thought!!

Sharing a meal in the nest.

Saturday, 8 August 2015


I stopped to take this photo on my run.

This morning I felt like a run. I looked up at the sky. It had blue patches, white clouds and darker clouds. Still - I decided to go without raincoverage. Rain has been the big topic around here this summer. It was around 9 o'clock and I decided to take the route around the lake nearby. It was a quiet morning. Weekend mode. A woman crossed the street in front of me on her way to the busstop. I met a father pushing a pram. A grandmother had found a place near the lake with a thermos and two toddlers playing around her. I met two other joggers both dressed for rain. This has been the coldest, wettest summer for a long time around here and we are all talking about it. It is green and lush evreywhere around me. I pass by an old man who is painting his garden fence and I think - that looks promising - probably no rain forecast. I go on to think how lucky I am. Everything around me is peaceful and quiet. I don't feel threathened in any way. I can feel, believe, think and basically say what I want. I can go home and take a long hot shower with no restrictions. And I can drink as much water as I like straight from the tap without getting ill. We are so lucky to have problems like rain falling from the sky all summer long.

Happy weekend to all.

Thursday, 6 August 2015

The year in books VII..

It is about a week since I finished this book, and I have considered to just skip writing about it. But the plan is to write about all the books I read, and I have read it - so...
First of all about the author - Anne Holt. She is a well known crimewriter here in Norway and she is also published abroad. Before she startet to write crime, she worked as a newsreader, lawyer and even a politician for a short time. She has published a lot of books. I have read just about all of them. I just loved the first few books she wrote and I guess that is why I keep reading her, because either she has changed or I have changed or we both have changed.
This particular book she has written together with her brother who is a doctor. The story is about doping in football/soccer and the crime is solved by two doctors. I don't believe this story and I somehow don't like the main caracters. But the story is entertaining in its own way, and I didn't consider putting the book away. So it has something. Still - I don't find the thrill in Anne Holts books that I used to. But I know I will probably keep reading her in search of that thrill. So light entertainment and a bit of aaaaaarrrrggggghhhhhh.........

Tuesday, 4 August 2015


Lately I have spent a lot of time on the island. On sunday we decided to take a walk on a gravel road that goes out west to the big ocean. It was only because it is sometime since we had walked it and we needed the exercise.

Out there we decided to see if we could find the lagoon where I used to swim as a child. It must be more than 20 years since I was there the last time. When the weather is good, the sun will warm the water coming from the North Sea, only 100 m further out. I remember the water here as always being warm. The water is not very deep so it is a good place for children to swim. A little paradise for the locals :). Good memories.

Here are some photos:

Broen - the bridge. We actually call it that. You can walk across the lagoon here. The water is not very deep.

On the brink of the North Sea.

I remembered the flat, sandyish ground. It is still there

Sunday, 2 August 2015