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The very meaninglessness of life forces man to create his own meaning. Children, of course, begin life with an untarnished sense of wonder, a capacity to experience total joy at something as simple as the greenness of a leaf; but as they grow older, the awareness of death and decay begins to impinge on their consciousness and subtly erode their joie de vivre, their idealism – and their assumption of immortality. As a child matures, he sees death and pain everywhere about him, and begins to lose faith in the ultimate goodness of man. But, if he’s reasonably strong – and lucky – he can emerge from this twilight of the soul into a rebirth of life’s elan. Both because of and in spite of his awareness of the meaninglessness of life, he can forge a fresh sense of purpose and affirmation. He may not recapture the same pure sense of wonder he was born with, but he can shape something far more enduring and sustaining. The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent; but if we can come to terms with this indifference and accept the challenges of life within the boundaries of death – however mutable man may be able to make them – our existence as a species can have genuine meaning and fulfillment. However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.
Had to take a different bus to work today than my usual one, and the one I took went through the city. It makes for different photo opts than I have on my regular route. Here, we passed the light rail train that was just leaving the city.
Be a rainbow in someone else’s cloud.
Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter
If you have your attention on what is see its fullness in every moment you will discover the dance of the divine in every leaf in every petal in every blade of grass in every rainbow in every rushing stream in every breath of every living being. …beyond memory and judgement lies the ocean of universal consciousness.
I have quite a few photographer friends who are heavily dependent on their cars to get around. Both due to distances they have to commute every day, but also due to layouts of where they live, and the lack of possibilities to walk a lot on foot, or a lack of public transportation that will require that they walk to and from their homes to the public transport stops. I’ve always told them we see the world differently almost. Sometimes i envy them the reach and easiness they get with driving to new places or things they want to see and photograph. But, sometimes I feel they miss out on so much that can be found on the journey itself. I experience so much more of the smaller details every day. I get to be much more present in my own life in a way.
Like this tiny rainbow I caught a glimpse of as I was walking through the city park here in Bergen, Norway, from a bus stop to the culture school where I was about to attend my oldest daughter’s end of the year piano concert.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
Just loved the way the evening sun came though the window and made me enwrapped in warm hues after my post exercise shower
The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.
Be still sad heart and cease repining, behind the clouds the sun is shining; thy fate is the common fate of all; into each life some rain must fall-some days must be dark and dreary.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Some times it is the “imperfect” shots that you end up liking the bestt. Shot this on my way to IKEA, against the sun which made it all dark. But, that is what “makes” the shot me thinks.
Sunday was just as gorgeous as it had been the last week. Summer heat and sun and we wanted to get a lot out of the day. We decided to take the boat out to a small island and have lunch and maybe swim a bit there. This is down by the harbor where our boat and the book cafe I have many photos of are located.
Later in the day we went to the beach as it was a bit too windy and cold to swim on the island - much better in the bay where the beach is.
Sara in the boat
Emma exploring the island
Sara at the beach
This Sunday was the first of many days were we had real summer weather. Temperature kept rising all the following week, but even today we felt it good. Emma and her best friend Maja enjoyed the sun and warmth out in our backyard, playing with bubbles in the late afternoon sun.
Some more bubble fun:
This is one of the iconoclastic images from Bergen, the city where I come from and reside. From Wikipedia: Bryggen Bryggen (the wharf) has since 1979 been on the UNESCO list for World Cultural Heritage sitesThe city of Bergen was founded in 1070. The area of the present Bryggen constitutes the oldest part of the city.
We spent the whole day in the city center, going to the library so the girls could pick out some more books to read, went to see an art exhibition that my youngest daughters’ class had a part in as well as the Master exhibition of the students from Bergen art school. My youngest is really fascinated and interested in art and exhibitions, and loved the guided tour and all the interaction the kids got with the guide.
Afterwards we wandered around a bit in the city as it was a fairly nice day. Some rain, but also sun in between. Further down at Bryggen the Farmer’s market had their sale booths, and we sampled some of the goodies and bought a really tasty brown goat cheese.
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Day 103/366: Morning Glory
“What are you going to do with your life?” In one way or another it seemed that people had been asking her this forever; teachers, her parents, friends at three in the morning, but the question had never seemed this pressing and still she was no nearer an answer… “Live each day as if it’s your last’, that was the conventional advice, but really, who had the energy for that? What if it rained or you felt a bit glandy? It just wasn’t practical. Better by far to be good and courageous and bold and to make difference. Not change the world exactly, but the bit around you. Cherish your friends, live passionately and fully and well with the means you got, within what is. Experience new things. Love and be loved, if you ever get the chance.