Good and terrible news

Let’s begin with the bad: Something happened to my external memory disk #orwhatyoucallit and all the photos i have taken since easter, seem to be gOnE…

Good news: I’m returning to blogging, because I want to keep my memories somewhere safe. See this WordPress, I’m putting a lot of trust inn you! You better be around in 50 years.

An update is in order: I no longer live in Oslo. My new home lies 70 degrees north. It’s a wonderful and weird city, Alta.

Nordlyskatedralen

 

because you DO see northern lights here
Northern Lights, Alta

 

and also the midnight sun (this is like 10PM)
around

 

soon it will be dark 24/7, but now…sunsets ❤
Sunset, Alta

 

Welcome
Kjøretur i Finnmark

 

Prehistoric carvings, what is your purpose?
prehistoric carvings in Alta

 

prettiness everywhere!
Kjøretur i Finnmark

 

seriously ❤
alta
Kjøretur i Finnmark
Here’s pretty much what’s left of my Alta-photos 😿

 

70°N

entering the dark season

I’ve been consumed with work lately. Written like that it might seem dreary for people who don’t enjoy their work, but for me: It’s WONDERFUL!

I only wish the days were longer… while they’re literally getting shorter. Høstjevndøgn in Norway falls on 23. September. It’s when the day and night are equally long. (Called equinox in English, according to Google Translate.)

And on the Thursday closest to this date, a magical event finds place to remind us that the dark season is full of light.

More about this event – yeah, #2lazy2write

:-OSLO

Last Stop

St. Pete Florida car mirror view

On the road trip through Florida, one place especially, turned out to be a wonderful treat. I didn’t have any expectations when I insisted on a visit to St. Pete, I just wanted to make a quick stop in the city that has the same name as the one where I was born.

It was great! I ate the best Indian food EVER (@MoonUnderTheWater) after strolling the beautiful avenues and visiting the Salvador Dali Museum.

Ah!

And some Dali quotes:

Have no fear of perfection – you’ll never reach it.
The only difference between me and a madman is that I’m not mad.
 Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.
 

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