Day 1044, telling it.

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Slowly it rises

under the surface

pulled upwards

your truth

construct

it’s will

breaks the surface

a tear

pressure

your fear

silenced for one breath

you deliver

Nochrisis

Restoration of Brottsjø 3

Click here if you want to read the Introduction/first post.


Brottsjø in the sliphall. I made fixed points in the slip hall and use these as a reverence for the grid you see here on the boat. The grid can help to position the different parts of the boat later when we start rebuilding the boat. This is one of the new things we use on this project, in the past a reference point sometimes got lost because it was taken away, like a stem.

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Day 1043, remembering.

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You can’t look

at the judgement

the eye that beholds

stares in you

dissects

slowly

when you look away

and at it again

because you

you have seen

your shame

before.

Nochrisis

Day 1042, primal fear.

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From deep down

buried deeper through the ages

when danger was

no abstraction

when

a movement in shadows

makes flight rule or fight

for fleeting life.

Buried deep, fear is still

demands our notion

when the unknown

is perceived

constructed

expected

demanded.

Nochrisis

Restoration of Brottsjø

Almost 10 Years ago I worked for the Nordnorsk Fartøyvernsenter og Båtmuseum in Gratangen Norway as a wooden boat builder. There are three of these “fartøyvernsenter”, (boat preservation center) in Norway, two are specialized in restoring wooden boats and one is specialized in steel or iron boats.

I started working in Gratangen in 2006 as a boat builder and in 2010 I was responsible as project manager for the Restoration of Brottsjø together with the help of the other experienced boat builders. Because my Norwegian writing skills were not good enough I started a blog where I wrote in English and kept a relative detailed rapport on what I was doing on a weekly basis.

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What does my cat dream.

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I am listening to eighties music on YouTube and was thinking about my nostalgic period of the month. I guess because I was a teenager back then that that’s why I love that music so mush, even the song I didn’t like back then.

You are so mush emptier when you’re young that every sip of life makes a deeper impression then they do now, when you are older, and you are full…almost full.

When I go to bed I often hope to dream about those days, maybe my cat is doing that now.

This is the music list i played: 80 hits

 

 

 

 

Lonely in the snow.

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First time this year we are snowed in. There was not so mush snowfall, but it was storming and the road to my house has at some places almost a meter snow blown on it after it was plowed yesterday.

Living isolated is a nice complement to my inner isolation, like on an island in my mind.

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better. Henry Rollins

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Selfie vs the world.

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Norway, 1997

In our family it was tradition to make a photo album after a vacation. I really like these albums and when I’m home I often like to look in these old albums. I personally still try to do this, but I have to admit that I leg a view vacations behind. For most people these days the vacation pictures are taken with a digital camera and stored on a computer or still on there phones.

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Kids in Cambodia.

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In 1993 I worked in Cambodia as a Dutch Marine. The region we were working was for years in the hands of the Khmer Rouge but now all the Cambodian refugees that had lived for years in Thailand where coming back.

On this picture you see the kids that lived in the village not far from where we stayed. There is nothing special about this picture and these kids, that is what so striking for me. Put them in newer cloth and in a western city and they blend in.

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