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It doesn’t make sense nor does it have to

Animated short by Ivan Maximov – From Left to Right (1989)

Logic, common sense and reason are the pillars onto which my perception of reality rests. No wonder I’m a bit startled when I find myself spending every spare moment longing for something I shouldn’t want.

Whatever the outcome; as long as I keep moving from left to right things will probably work out in the end.

Emperor’s garden

Three men, three dogs, one weekend. Basecamp Skeikampen, and the world ahead of us.

Frikk and Tilla mastering the art of being Border Terriers

Frikk and R

Leah and Frikk adding to the already fantastic view from Prestkampen

Tilla in her true environment

Leah and R

Leah and Tilla enjoying the last remains of winter

We, that is three guys, two Border Terriers and a Golden Retriever, set off from the cabin and walked to the top of Skeikampen. From there we started walking in the direction of Prestkampen which can be seen straight north and easily recognised by a large rock beacon. The south-eastern summit is quite accessible, and no climbing is necessery. After escaping a small rain shower and having lunch on a covered ledge near the top we continued down towards Svartvatnet and headed further north until we found Peer Gynt-stien which took us west to the Peer Gynt road. A couple of hours on the dirt road, and we were back where we started. All in all a nice 8 hour hike, although the final stage wasn’t quite as spectacular as the rest. Maybe we’ll bring a map and have a few ideas where we’re going next time. I’m already eager to check out the path heading east from the north ridge of Storfjellet…

Grand ideas

“Inspiration hit me.”

Photo by Stinging Eyes, Flickr. CC

I haven’t travelled in a while. And although my summer schedule still remains a mystery, my mind is fixed on Isle of Skye. One week? Two weeks? Comfortable shoes, camera, whatever comes along. It doesn’t make sense at all / It’s the best idea I’ve ever had.

There are no plans. Just an idea. I figure I’ll go to Glasgow,  jump on a bus and find a bed&breakfast of sorts on the island. Maybe pack a tent and go hiking for a few days. It’s not exactly NYC, and there probably aren’t many wifi networks around, but I have a feeling I’ll get by anyway. To be continued.

The stars look very different today

No picture today. I’m starting to run out. The ones posted so far are just some of the few I’ve found scattered around the Internet, pictures I uploaded on a random basis on random sites, pictures from before my hard-drive and dear old camera was stolen about a year ago. Easy come, easy go; I never learn. But once the inital shock of loss settles, things pretty much turn back to normal. The bread still tastes better when it’s fresh, the piano is still slightly out of tune. And so it goes.

It reminds me of the people I used to call my best friends.

Where are they, who are these people? After a rough count I have eight, nine, ten names in front of me. This is the short version of my life. My best friends in chronological order. One I haven’t seen in 20 years. Some who may as well be dead for all I know. I could go looking, maybe catch up on life, but the more I think about it, the more confident I am that the result will be a huge disappointment. So I’ll settle with what I have now, and let that grow. That much I’ve learned from scavenging the web for dusty photographs.

I lied. One for the road.

Photo: Solsiden, Trondheim, April 17 2005