Self-publishing on Amazon

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This week I got the idea to self-publish some of my poetry combined with pictures. I have done that before but that was purely for myself and through a photo website, which was great quality but also expensive, like 90 dollars or so. So, I went to the Amazons self-publishing site and looked at some tutorials on YouTube and it seems to work great and for what you get it’s a good deal (I hope, haven’t read all the fine print). I have not received a copy of my little book, so I don’t know what the quality is, especially because I included color pictures, but for the 20 dollars (including postage to Norway) I spend there is not mush to loose…besides my time.

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Photoshopped disappointment.

After the elections in America in 2016 I was upset to say the least so to vent some of my anger I started making Photoshopped pictures with a message. By coincident we had just visited family in America that summer, so I had a lot of pictures to work with. With some of the pictures it is pretty clear what the message is with others you have to look a little closer. I’m curious if you find the messages that are hidden.

My only model and Muse.

I never cared much about model photography, mostly because it’s not easy to get willing subjects. I have only taken pictures of my girlfriend/fiancé but that is mainly because she has  so many wild ideas and fantasies which she can’t always photograph alone.  Not to mention she doesn’t mind laying in the snow naked or ice cold waters. She doesn’t fear entering old dusty, rusty buildings or worn-down sheds to pose or lie down on the floor in a tunnel because I saw some nice lighting or shadows that inspired me.  I hope you enjoy them.

Some artsy sunshine

It was dark and storming here and the power was gone for a couple of hours so I got my laptop and played around with some 10 year old pictures, you have to do something…hope you like it.

Beautiful side of America.

There is a lot of ugliness going on in America but there is also a lot of beauty. New York is my favorite city in the world and the scenery in and around Utah is beautiful. Driving on almost empty roads with endless views. These pictures are from 2016.



You bend
what is straight

You’re cold
It is plain

You don’t
What is the same

You’re mine
It is simple






Day 613

Day 613-1

The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.

William Makepeace Thackeray

Gedanken über die Dauer des Exils

Bertolt Brecht:

Gedanken über die Dauer des Exils


Schlage keinen Nagel in die Wand

Wirf den Rock auf den Stuhl.

Warum vorsorgen für vier Tage?

Du kehrst morgen zurück.


Lass den kleinen Baum ohne Wasser.

Wozu noch einen Baum pflanzen?

Bevor er so hoch wie eine Stufe ist

Gehst du fort von hier.


Zieh die Mütze ins Gesicht, wenn Leute vorbeigehn!

Wozu in fremden Grammatiken blättern?

Die Nachricht, die dich heimruft

Ist in bekannter Sprache geschrieben.


So wie der Kalk vom Gebälk blättert

(Tue nichts dagegen!)

Wird der Zaun der Gewalt zermorschen

Der an der Grenze aufgerichtet ist

Gegen die Gerechtigkeit.


Sieh den Nagel in der Wand, den du eingeschlagen hast:

Wann, glaubst du, wirst du zurückkehren?

Willst du wissen, was du im Innersten glaubst?


Tag um Tag

Arbeitest du an der Befreiung

Sitzend in der Kammer schreibst du.

Willst du wissen, was du von deiner Arbeit hältst?

Sieh den kleinen Kastanienbaum im Eck des Hofes

Zu dem du die Kanne voll Wasser schlepptest!


Thoughts concerning the duration of exile


Don’t drive a nail into the wall,

Throw your coat on a chair!

Why bother about four days?

Tomorrow you’ll go back


Let the little tree go unwatered!

Why plant a tree at all?

Before it’s as high as a stair tread

You’ll be happily leaving this place.


Pull your cap over your eyes when you pass people!

Why turn the pages of a strange grammar?

The news that calls your home

Is written I a familiar language.



As the calcimine peels from the roofbeam

(do nothing to stop it)

So the fence of force will crumble

That has been reared up on the border

Against justice.


See the nail in the wall, the nail you hammered into it!

When do you think you’ll be going back?

Do you want to know what you really believe in your heart?


Day after day

You work for the liberation,

Sitting in your room writing.

Do you want to know what you really think of your work?

Look at the little chestnut tree in the corner of the courtyard

That you carry your canful of water to.



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