A wooden table and two chairs
where we are looking outside
around this table we meet
where our worlds are in sight
looking beyond the bars
where we see through
the safety that it gives
where the shadows are long
Nochrisis
Day 1046, cell.
Day's pictures, Poetry
White light muted
this room is small, detached
a window in the door
lines that are all connected
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Day 1045, imagine.
Day's pictures, Poetry
See, imagine
patterns, shapes
lines connecting
colors, hues
shades, shadows
representing
to you
your inside
outside
a subject
object
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Restoration of Brottsjø 4
., Boat buildingClick here if you want to read the Introduction/first post.
Because the calculation has to be ready in a couple of weeks I concentrated this week on the “lugar”. The interior is as old as Brottsjø itself so from the thirties, we try to save as mush of the original interior as possible but we have to check the structure underneath like the ribs.
Day 1044, telling it.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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
Boat buildingClick 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.
Day 1043, remembering.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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
Restoration of Brottsjø 2
Boat buildingClick here if you want to read the Introduction/first post.
One of the problems with the old electricity, the wiring, switches, sockets and equipment is that we don’t exactly know what we can use later. What are the regulations, is it aloud to use old wires. The goal is to save as much of the original as is allowed so for now it’s finding out the regulations.
Day 1042, primal fear.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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
., Boat building
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.
Day 1041, The bridge.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The bridges end is near
the other side seems to be behind
*
I stop and look down
reflection is what I find
*
time streams
but looks frozen
*
far in the reflection
I see myself
*
as I was
without depth.
Nochrisis
What does my cat dream.
My thoughts
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
Day 1040, auburn sunrise.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
A doorway in time
smells of new, yellow flowers
red, auburn sunrise.
Nochrisis
Day 1039, geometric.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Arctic eastern wind
sculpted invisible lines
of geometric.
Nochrisis
Lonely in the snow.
., My thoughts
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
Day 1038, winter snow.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
The mid-winter sun
following time slowly up
melting winter snow.
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