feeding the pigs and lambs, fogdegarden borten, 2013

dumpstered produce for the pigs

dumpstered bread for the sheep and cows

more snow in nyc, 2013

wintertime in nyc, 2013

king's college, cambridge, 2010

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.

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.

winter plant in philadelphia

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.

first walk in the arctic, nordvoll farm, 2013

more from the monumental barn, fogdegarden borten, 2013

More about the most amazing barn I've ever seen, near Trondheim, Norway.

 

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)

dirt, fogdegarden borten, 2013

Fogdegarden Borten, April

April in Sor-Trondelag, Norway, 2013