Here’s looking at you, Southern England.
Category Archives: Photography
Floodsport*
Just a flooded football field.
* Not to be confused with a 1988 Jean Claude Van Damme-flick.
Photo by Eivind Senneset (© All rights reserved) / Flood #4
The Resort
This is a service announcement for those despairing for the lack of proper skiing conditions now that the winter holidays are upon us: there are still ample amounts of snow on parking lot P6 at the airport!
Build It And They Will Come
I made a homemade fat ball and was promptly visited by a fat ball (obese robins FTW).
Not Spring
Not at all.
It’s January
Damn you, January.
7A
Seven landscapes seen from seat 7A during the last seven minutes of flight DY617.
Eclipsed
According to the ancient Mayan calendar, January 21st, 2019, is the day that a reasonably young man in Bergen, Norway, were to goof around in his garden with a cup of coffee, a really long lens and a thermal skirt borrowed from his girlfriend. The Mayans sure hit pretty close with that prophecy!
(Photo from my backyard, 6:40 this morning. I had this sneaking feeling that I hadn’t posted anything to this blog for a few months, and just realized «a few months» actually meant 16 months…)
Each A Glimpse And Gone Forever
A month of looking out windows, seeing Eastern Europe pass by, scene by scene.
I spent a month looking out the windows of trains and buses, passing great murders of crows, power plants and haystacks, empty billboards, roadside crosses and teenagers bored at weddings.
Some views repeated themselves: endless fields of sunflowers; railway workers not working.
On a late Saturday evening this July, I boarded the sleeper train from Istanbul to Sophia. From there on, I travelled through Bulgaria and Romania, to Hungary, Ukraine and Poland.
Through thousands of kilometres on rail and road I followed the passing landscapes of Eastern Europe and recorded some moments, some views: Each a glimpse and gone forever, to quote the closing line in Robert Louis Stevenson’s railway poem.
Bitey, Not Tasty
“That’s a pike. I don’t like pikes. They’re bitey but not tasty.” (American tourist couple overheard at the local public aquarium.)