lay lady lay

Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.

Bob Dylan

but I remember…

Sometimes looking back is the only way to move forward.

resurrection

Only after disaster can we be resurrected.

                                                        Fight Club

dark surroundings

 

Don't let the dark past leave a stain on your bright future.

happy halloween...

In darkest woods she wandered,
one moonless stormy night.
The tree limbs made she
reaching out through lightnings light.

here comes winter

 Sharp is the night, but starts with frost alive

Leap off the rim of earth across the dome. 

It is a night to make the heavens our home 

More than the nest whereto apace we strive. 

Lengths down our road each fir-tree seems a hive, 

In swarms outrushing from the golden comb. 

They waken waves of thoughts that burst to foam: 

The living throb in me, the dead revive. 

Yon mantle clothes us: there, past mortal breath, 

Life glistens on the river of the death. 

It folds us, flesh and dust; and have we knelt, 

Or never knelt, or eyed as kine the springs 

Of radiance, the radiance enrings: 

And this is the soul’s haven to have felt.

                   Winter Heavens by George Meredith

Into the light

Charlotte is beautiful like the sunset.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. 

Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. 

                                                                                Martin Luther King, Jr.

midsummer night

Purple sky, green fields and yellow dress in sweet harmony. 

“My soul is in the sky.” 
         William Shakespeare

vampire girl...

Mother moon you are my guide

With father night by my side;

The rain and thunder, are my brother born
Winds and lightning, my sister storm...

ice queen

She glides on a frozen path through her forest
As she passes by the world turns to ice

The paths are small and dark like tunnels through the trees
It’s difficult for the light to reach into the forest

and dance on the snow and ice

But once in a while a small strand of sunlight hits an icicle

and small beams of light shine and sparkle.

                                                                           Snow

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

in the field of gold

"You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold"

                                                                          Sting