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.