We often have to climb high
away from our pride
before we can vent
and it can help
to stand straight
Are we making, in our life, a beautiful sculpture of our being here, or a Jenga tower?
If you think about your own life, can you do that detached from your preconceptions? Do you dare to ask yourself questions? Do you dare to read books that contradict what you believe or explore areas you’ve never been? Are you the kind of person that asks questions?
I think that a lot of people will feel the urge to say yes to some or all of these (kind of) questions. I also believe that most people think they are open minded and ask questions, but they do this, unknowingly, from within their little corner of the world of ideas.
It is off course impossible that one human being can understand everything that is in this “world of ideas”. But if you see all the knowledge we gathered in the world as written in a big book, than you can at least open the book and see what chapters there are. Most people live in their own chapter and know of the others trough hearsay and maybe a footnote every now and than.
Philosophy is exploring other parts of the book of life. If you see your life as a peace of art, and I think you should, than you can make a monochrome, square block that represents one page of that book or you can make a van Gogh painting where all colours come from another chapter and every stroke of the brush is an adventure.
My poem for today is from Day 1025.
A beautiful crafted
we never see inside
I don’t know why this poem inspired me to write the text above, I hope it is “a beautiful crafted…why”, and indeed, it might be my illusion and obviously I don’t know the reason.
Without kidding. Whatever “artwork” someone makes out of their life, we, the onlooker, will never know what illusion, or reason the creator that lived that life had. In that sense we can all be admired even if it is not for aesthetic reasons.
Like our nose
we don’t see the truth
when we approach it
we can still see
a part of it
when we close
the right eye
when stepping back
is not an option
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.
A dream like walk home
dark roads an almost clear sky
thoughts like silhouettes.
Winter silence is slowly waning
the frozen earth sheds of its darkness
and rivers can flow again.
Had a nice walk in our backyard today.
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.
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.
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.
what is straight
It is plain
What is the same
It is simple