… or maybe not?!
Tag: Jæren
The ocean
breathing in … breathing out
My intention …
… was to do a little David Plowden inspired study at the plains of Jæren. But then I came across these wonderful colourful sites, and just simply had to re-calibrate. If I had been doing art, I could probably have bent everything to my own liking … But just fooling around, I listened in…
Daytripping
Just the other day I took my car on a trip south – to Fotland Mølle. Fotland Mølle is an industrial mill, built in 1845, at a site where grain had been ground since the 13th century. The new mill was placed above two existing mills, and a new water intake was made so that the…
Where we think there is nothing to see
“If you undertake a walk, you are echoing the whole history of mankind, from the early migrations out of Africa on foot that took people all over the world. Despite the many traditions of walking—the landscape walker, the walking poet, the pilgrim—it is always possible to walk in different ways.” — Richard Long
Field report
I live in two houses, one by the sea and another by the ocean. The one by the sea is at Hundvåg, in Stavanger, a town house in a busy neighborhood . The ocean-house is in the country side. It takes me an hour to drive from one to the other. This week I’m by the…
here’s an image
for you to see – Hårr, Jæren – while I’m mulling over the fantastic responses you all gave me yesterday. THANK YOU! Do not hesitate to expand on your thoughts, you know this theme of beauty will continue to occupy my mind for a long time …
inauguration
And now let us welcome the New Year Full of things that have never been. -Rainer Maria Rilke
a hint of morning light
Ølberg, yesterday at 9:00 am (before the storm)
Consecrating ones life to an imbecility
I suppose, as a poet, amongst my fears can be counted the deep-seated uneasiness that one day it will be revealed that I consecrated my life to an imbecility (to something intrinsically unnecessary and superfluous – and thereby unintentionally cruel). In an intriguing essay called “On Fear”, Mary Ruefle touch upon a problem I have been…