Sunday, December 29, 2013

feeding the pigs and lambs, fogdegarden borten, 2013



dumpstered produce for the pigs



dumpstered bread for the sheep and cows

Friday, December 27, 2013

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Monday, December 16, 2013

the end of the world, norwegian arctic, 2013


 a visit to snarby, near nordvoll farm, near tromsø, to the mountain where the sea eagles live.







Saturday, December 14, 2013

arctic slope, 2013



i was trying to describe to eve what it's like to live with the midnight sun. in short i think it's like a piece of music that keeps ebbing and swelling but never ends.




Thursday, December 12, 2013

Monday, December 9, 2013

Missed Time

Missed Time
Ha Jin
 
My notebook has remained blank for months
thanks to the light you shower
around me. I have no use
for my pen, which lies
languorously without grief.

Nothing is better than to live
a storyless life that needs
no writing for meaning—
when I am gone, let others say
they lost a happy man,
though no one can tell how happy I was.

Monday, November 25, 2013

from Madame Bovary

"As for Emma, she never once questioned herself to see if she loved him. Love, she believed, had to come, suddenly, with a great clap of thunder and a lightning flash, a tempest from heaven that falls upon your life, like a devastation, scatters your ideals like leaves and hurls your very soul into the abyss. Little did she know that up on the roof of the house, the rain will form a pool if the gutters are blocked, and there she would have stayed feeling safe inside, until one day she suddenly discovered the crack right down the wall."

-- from Madame Bovary, Flaubert (trans. Wall)




Monday, November 18, 2013

Fogdegarden Borten, April


April in Sor-Trondelag, Norway, 2013