Day 2453, colors.

Before darkness 
the sky colors her goodbye
and even obscured 
in a reflection
the message is clear 
color the day

Day 2320, until.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Every sunset you see 
is your last

Day 2116, another winter day.

Day's pictures

The cold valley moved

with the shadows

the disappearing sun

left

to linger

~

the colors in the sky

where no longer

reflected

Day 2115, view from a view from my window.

Day's pictures

I love reading letters written by people I admire like this example written by Friedrich Nietzsche to his good friend Peter Gast; it humanizes these people from who you normally only read the best they can produce and not about their daily lives. This comes out of a book written in 1921 by Oscar Levy, who translated a lot of Nietzsche’s work when it first got known outside Germany. You can read the book on archive.org, this letters starts on on page 139.

NIETZSCHE TO PETER GAST.

Sils-MaIaria, end of August, 1881.

But this is splendid news, my dear friend! Above all that you should have finished! At the thought of· this first great achievement of your life, I feel indescribably happy and solemn ; I shall not fail to remember August 24, 1881 ! How things are progressing ! But as soon as I think of your work I am overcome by a

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Day 2114, Drive.

Day's pictures, Poetry

The scenery was white

like on a grey day

~

it was not cold

but there was still snow

on some of the trees

~

and the sun just left

but did not forget

to set the tone

for the past day

~

I looked at it

for a moment

Day 2107, from my window 5.

Day's pictures

The camera used as an art tool can make the dark darker and the light lighter. Is it more interesting than the real world? Or true?

“As I work at my drawings, day after day, what seemed unattainable before is now gradually becoming possible. Slowly, I’m learning to observe and measure. I don’t stand quite so helpless before nature any longer.”
Vincent van Gogh

Day 2106, from my window 4.

Day's pictures

The sun sets around four here in Trondheim, and I could take this picture because I have a vacation and was sitting on my couch.

“When one loses the deep intimate relationship with nature, then temples, mosques and churches become important.”

Jiddu Krishnamurti

Day 2055, I reflect.

Day's pictures

Slide film, 1996, Olst – the Netherlands

A beautiful sunset is about the only thing that stayed the same through the ages; the river wasn’t even here a thousand years ago. Can you imagine?

Day 2052, equator.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I lived on an island by the equator

where the weather was the same

every day the sun also set

just a car drive after dinner

~

it was paradise for us

the lucky few

seeing the sun set so fast

in a world that stood still

Day 2036, Does beauty need a reason.

Anarchy, why not?, Daily picture, Poetry

Are random clouds, colors and shades

from the sunset you see

not more beautiful

then the reason you see

behind it

Does beauty need a reason

You jump up and swiftly swipe your hands where you felt it crawl; a tiny, harmless spider moves away, you wonder why this made you scared. This reaction to spiders and snakes is a classic example of a fear we inherited from our ancient forefathers. It can still be helpful if you find yourself wondering in a tropical jungle, but for most humans living today, in cities and urban areas, this fear of harmless spiders and other small insects is not rational.

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Day 2010, still quiet.

Daily picture, Poetry

In a corner of my eye

I saw the room lit up

and I walked to the window

~

the light was

running away from a dark cloud

where rain was already falling

but it was still quiet

where the dust was settling

~

I went outside to smell the air

a few seconds was enough

Day 1880, can you.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Imagine what life would be like

If you can

no longer

enjoy a sunset

Day 1758, same old.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Fifteen years ago I moved to Norway, and though I easily adept wherever you drop me, I have no problems with living here, for all these years. There are a few things that I miss, Norway is more paternalistic, Holland is more liberal. I don’t drink much alcohol but you can not buy it here after eight o’clock, and hard liquor is only available I a few stores. They probable have their reasons but as a grownup man I want to decide myself if and when I buy my alcohol. It’s just an example, but it shows a mentality.

The thing is, when I am in Holland visiting family, and eating the food I missed, or doing other things I can’t do in Norway, the pleasure is there when I finally have the chance, but it also feels that it was only yesterday that I did these things. It’s the same with family, you know them so well that 1 or 2 years away can’t erase the years you spend together. Time is a strange thing, it feels like life is put on pause in Holland when I hop in a plane back to Norway, and it gets unpaused when I am back in Holland.

Maybe it has something to do with me and how I stand in life, the memories of all the things I have done in the past are often enough for me, these memories are a good substitute for any cravings I have. My girlfriend sometimes misses things more than I do, she wanted to live in a city again, for example. One of my arguments against it was that I have lived in cities. I have had that experience, she did to. If we would go back we would just pick up where we where before, and it would not feel refreshing, and new.

If you want to go back to a place where you where before, reality will start where the mundane life you had there, was paused when you left, and not at the “idealized idea” of what life was back then. We live close to a city again, and though I don’t really mind, I drive again over the same roads I have driven over for many years, years ago.

The inspiration for today cam from Day 1403.

There

are many islands

I

will never see

~

but

I have been

on one

so

I know

how it feels

Day 1654, gold.

Day's pictures, Poetry

The sky

turned gold tonight

~

when I looked

outside

~

to wonder

Day 1434, sunrise.

Day's pictures, Poetry

The cold valley moved

with the shadows

the disappearing sun

left

to linger

~

the colors in the sky

where no longer

reflected

The scenery was white

like on a grey day

~

it was not cold

but there was still snow

on some of the trees

~

and the sun just left

but did not forget

to set the tone

for the past day

~

I looked at it

for a moment

A beautiful sunset is about the only thing that stayed the same through the ages; the river wasn’t even here a thousand years ago. Can you imagine?

I lived on an island by the equator

where the weather was the same

every day the sun also set

just a car drive after dinner

~

it was paradise for us

the lucky few

seeing the sun set so fast

in a world that stood still

Are random clouds, colors and shades

from the sunset you see

not more beautiful

then the reason you see

behind it

Does beauty need a reason

In a corner of my eye

I saw the room lit up

and I walked to the window

~

the light was

running away from a dark cloud

where rain was already falling

but it was still quiet

where the dust was settling

~

I went outside to smell the air

a few seconds was enough

Imagine what life would be like

If you can

no longer

enjoy a sunset

There

are many islands

I

will never see

~

but

I have been

on one

so

I know

how it feels

The sky

turned gold tonight

~

when I looked

outside

~

to wonder

The sun

was shining brightly

behind

muting clouds

~

and the day

was