baby eyes

Seek the wisdom of the ages,                                                                          but look at the world through the eyes of a child.                                                                                                                                                                    Ron Wild

sweet dreams

Dreams are the flowers that bloom in your heart.
Rose dreams are red, like a new valentine.
Violets are blue cause they're sad all the time
Daisy dreams shine like the sun in the park.
Dreams are the flowers that bloom in your heart.

frost

The snow made a perfect frame for this lonely, frosty tree.

 

 

 

 

People never tell of ice
Or the snow that glitters nice
Or of the icy crunchy snow
Of that most people do not know
The crunch that sounds beneath your feet
As your sole and ice compete
When in the morning as you wake
You see a single white snow flake
You look out of the iced window
The look out seems so very low
Because the snow fell all night
It has left behind its sheet of white      

                                                                                                  Helen Windass

santas little helper

The cutest little Santa girl, Agnes, is spreading Christmas cheer on the blog.

 

 

theme: long exposure

“A snapshot steals life that it cannot return.

A long exposure creates a form that never existed.”

                                                                           Dieter Appelt

reflection

These photos were taken at lake Honningen and the model is the beautiful Charlotte. I wanted to give these photos a Monet-ish feeling. Dont know if I succeeded with that, but at least the first photo came third in "Østfoldsfotografens" category best color photo.

“Life can only be understood backwards;
          but it must be lived forwards.”
                                                              Søren Kierkegaard

little angel

I had the divine pleaure of photographing this little six month old angel today.

Babies are angels that fly to the earth,

Their wings disappear at the time of their birth,

One look in their eye's and we're never the same,

Their part of us now and that part has a name,

That part is your heart and a bond that won't ever sever,

Babies are angels we love them forever.

playing with fire

Playing with fire is necessarily taught as something that is not good to do,

but when you do it right - its not that bad...  

 

 

 

 

 

my studio debut

The outdoor family photoshoot with the Byman Skaugs had to be altered due to heavy rainfall. Luckily we had the option of using Rakkestad Fotoklubbs photo studio. This led to my photo studio debut, and thanks to a dear photo colleague, the result turned out great. It of course helps to have a very photogenic family in front of the camera;) Here is a sample.

the cave

... the location is my own personal cave - my basement - and the

model is my dazzling cousin Sara, in case you were wondering...

“The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.” 

                                                                Joseph Campbell

dreamcatcher

Dreamcatcher, dreamcatcher
catch me a dream,

send it from the stars down on a moonbeam,

weave it like gold gossamer.

Fill it with images, heavenly, bright,

to keep me contented all through the night,

Let it be a heartwarmer.

                                                                                P. J. Oszmann

little king

I love to photograph animals, and dogs in particular.  This is my soon to be mother in laws loyal cavalier through many years - Trico - a Cavalier King Charles. Looking majestic in black and white.

 "My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet." 

                                             Edith Wharton

new york, new york

I have recycled an old photograph of the statue of liberty - dedicating this post to the old lady standing alone in the middle of the hurricane.

best friends

 Things are never quite as scary when you have a best friend. 

                                                                                           Bill Watterson

the road

There are only two mistakes one can make

along the road to truth;

not going all the way, and not starting.
                                                              Buddha

sukkersøte jenter...

Søndag fotograferte jeg min kusine Sara og resten av jentene på russebilen "Pikekyss". Lett sak å ta bilder når man blir servert så pene jenter, så lenge de ikke slo løs på hverandre da...

 

sweet Sarah Sofie

Little Girl Under Construction

the water lily

This lovely lily, so pure and white,
Seems covered o'er with celestial light;
As if it grew on the "Tree of Life,"
And not down here, in this world of strife;
Too pure for earth it now seems to be;

                                       Joseph Horatio Chant

baby blues

While waiting for teeth to erupt...