I feel uneasy in churches, off my game, lost in a familiar world. Especially when the floor disapears from underneath me, litterally. St. Petri church need to mark their steps…

I’ve been in Amsterdam for the weekend, trying to get my head around the city. The bicycling-culture has got an intence presence in the city, and it is getting more and more clear that I want to to a comparative study of it for my master thesis in Urban Design and Planning. But, momentarily I’m stuck in Copenhagen. The transfer from Amsterdam to Stavanger have become an overnight stay as there was a problem with the aircraft. Well, nice room, good service, no problem really. Only I miss my home “cave”…

Obrestad, february 2012

Beware, this is a nerd writing. Don’t say I didn’t warn you… With digital camera, the world of photography have become very complicated for gear-geeks. With a new top of the line DSLR being released each year, followed by new software, lenses etc. there is more than enough to drool over. I feel digital photography is hard to grasp because it is impossible for people to grasp what the essentials of the cameras are. That is why I like to shoot film form time to time and get my hands dirty in the darkroom.Studying classic cameras, such as the Kodak …

Going back, shifting through the archive. This was moment stored #100’000. It means nothing, as long as I have many more left.

As christmas approached and the day was so short you almost missed it if you blinked, I took my camera out to capture the light.

Street art piece at Tou Scene, Stavanger. Unknown artist For the last couple of years, I have called Stavanger, on the western coast of Norway, home, whilst studying for my mandatory masters degree at the university there. Stavanger is filled with contradictions. On one hand it is a vivid remnant of the pietistic christian culture with streets lined with churches and lodges of abstinence, and on the other hand the big oil industry, money and a rich nightlife. Street art meets a zero tollerance policy whilst being applauded for giving the city something to be proud of. A birdie and …

All earsDo you hear them scream to getout into the world? They scream to get out, show what they can do. But I want them to wait, see if they are ready. I let them roam the closed quarters, discover friend among themselves. Some turn out to be outcasts or not team players. I have a hard-drive full of teenage photographs, screaming to be seen. I guess I love them all too much to let go…