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Thornroses Reflextions on the rock that disappeared You get used to seeing your neighbours – every day. They become part of your life. I am happy for good neighbourship. This summer I had to say goodbye to a good neighbour: The rock that disappeared our of my sight and my life. It was simply detonated […]

View from The golden house

Grey November! November grey?

It is a statement from long before, in Norway at least, that November is grey. I admit, it rains and the wind blows. It id more tricky to get sight of the colour spectre on such days as this. You better look with your heart than with your eyes. Then you’ll discover many green nuances […]

Kaskader av solstråler

From silent grey to a symphony in red

  Leaves from the memory book A November’s Day can be that varied and multicoloured so we can risk to loose our breath. In fact, grey days in between give us calmness for the thought. Whilst sitting here, meditating in grey, I hear the raindrops outside my studio window playing their prelude. My mind is […]

Munch 150 år - Bjørg, Åsmund, Arthur, Veslemøy Hedvig og Solveig var med på feiringa!

Ny verd!

For to to timar sidan la eg inn min første BLOGG nokonsinne Kven hadde trudd for 68 år sidan, då eg vart fødd, at eg skulle kome så langt i verda? Eg har lært så mykje om lærdom, at eg veit det er lurt å repetere, så no prøver eg på eit nytt innlegg på […]

Nearly there!

Well begun is half done…half done and a bit more …  … Would so dearly make the flowers climb in the rocks like they really did! The foxglove grew out from a chink in the gneiss.. the Bird’sfoot trefoil crept over the ditch underneath the steep wall of rocks….. the butterflies landed on the delicate […]

Nearly there!

 Well begun is half done… half done and a bit more…  … I so dearly want the flowers to climb, as they really did in that mountain rock. A foxglove grew out from a cleft in the gneiss stony wall. The birdsfoot’s trefoil crept over from the ditch into the roadside undernesth the shadowy wall. […]

Nearly there!

 Well begun is half done… half done and a bit more … So dearly I want to make them climb in the rocks…like they really do!  A foxglove grew out from a little crack in the gneiss… The bird’s-foot trefoil crept over the ditch underneath the steep ‘mountain’…. the butterflies landed on the thin, delicate […]