Day 682, Hunted at night.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Day 682-1

Sometimes the night takes you.

On a hunt in clouded pasts.

Your eyes are turned inwards.

Tearing in time.

Assaulting your memory.

Your memory is a shadow.

We can’t see the cause.

We see only its replacement.

The self that we want.

What we want.

A past that serves.

A future that fits.

A future that in turn.

Will also be hunted.

Hunted at night.

 

 

 

 

 

Day 633, Midnight darkness.

Day's pictures, Video

Day 633-1

The sun is always low on the horizon when you live close to the polar circle. For a while I lived in a place called Gratangen, 50 km above Narvik. There we lived a couple hundred kilometers above the polar circle and therefore the sun would disappear during a big part of the winter. You would see some light shining over the edge of the world, but you would not feel any sunshine for a couple of months. Gratangen lies in a small fjord with mountains all around, somewhere in January we would see the first sunlight hitting the top of the mountains and slowly working its way down during the next weeks. It is strange if you never have lived in a place like that, the excitement when you see the sun for the first time again. We new when that was about to happen, when the sunlight finely hit the first houses on the sloop of the mountain, that was during work most of the time, but the first weekend we would drive to Narvik and on the way over we would see the sun. I really loved those dark winter days, many people ask about it: is it not depressive, how long are the winters? I never had problems with it, the summers where mush harder for me. In the summer I could still see the sun around midnight from my Living room, no darkness for many months, no waiting for the light to come back.

I made this little video on 30 June 2008 not so far from Narvik, Norway I like the winters but seeing the midnight sun is also special.