There are good times and bad.
When this summer is over, I hope we can have some happy memories in spite of the bad ones.
On our way home from a night on the beach. Sundown at 11.30.
Can you spot the castle in the land of elves?
On the far side of the sea, midst among sand and rock, sprayed by salt water and howling storms life is growing.
"I often longed, on tiresome roads, out there, to peace."
Gunnar and Serina have different views on the sea.
"When there was only one set of footprints,that's when I carried you."
Gunnar and Serina slowly approaching.
The road constructors have left for today.
New dress, new fireplace, wonderful, sunny day.
Our old fridge had to be condemned in a hurry, due to severe overflow. 
Serina posing with the new fridge, 2 meters tall, called the Yeti,
like the snowman monster from Himalaya.
New hat for the tea sipping lady.
The chest of drawers once was in the bedchamber on my grandparents' farm.About thirty people would be gathered there each summer. My one and only baby brother had to sleep in a drawer. Happy memories.
June has not been very warm, but we clothe up and stay outdoors, as soon as the weather is not freezing.
Gunnar built this fireplace for both grilling and bonfire. My trolls are watching from above.
Barbecue is probably the right word.
Glass balls for fishermen's yarns.
After dinner, a short nap for Gunnar.
Doesn't she look lovely in her 5 dollar dress?
Monastery brother Ole likes Snoopy too.
I got this booklet in a letter. I hope the size does not matter, he wrote.
Serina brought back souvenir from Hollywood. I humbly accepted the reward.
Three ladies celebrating 65, 65 and 85 years' birthdays in June.
40 relatives were assembled in the home of Gunnar's parents, where his sister Sigrid now lives. Photographer Serina.
Preparing the party. Cousines Mary (65) and her sister Doris made wonderful and delicious looking sandwiches by the score.
Second cousines Serina and Anne Line could pass for sisters.
Great aunt Sigrid,(85) has got a lot of class, but also fire. "Mom, she is a wash bomb," exclaimed Serina, when great aunt washed the house in one great blitz.
Snowball is not quite sure what to think of all this energy.
There was a great flee market where we would have loved to have Mom Golden with us.
Gunnar made some bargains.
Fabulous Ruby came home from Vet school in England.
In her spare time she has taken up belly dance. One's got to love that girl!
We had a shrimp party. It was supposed to be a terrace inaugural, but the rain was pouring.
Unlike Jim, we eat first and then the pics are taken. This by Gunnar
Some brought flowers, some brought wine, but my best friends brought a unisex bathing suit. I am decently dressed, with party clothes under. I AM NOT THAT FAT.
Serina is using a wide angle lens, everybody can see that?
Gunnar had a hard time renovating the terrace.
The shabby edition, Now history.
Little aunt Sigrid's choir are going to perform in York.
We were invited for the last rehersal in The Church Of Our Savior here in Haugesund.
A memorable summer's night. (Photo Serina)
"Never did I realize that all those days that came and went were life itself,"an elderly lady said looking back.
I guess that's what I'm trying to do with my blog.Writing about those days that are my life.
Not many knows that the copper the Statue of Liberty is made of comes from Norway. A French owned copper mine near Haugesund provided all the material for the giant gift from France.
Aunt Lilly's husband worked in that copper mine all his life. Now he's dead and the mine has since long been turned into a museum.
The statue I'm posing by,is an American silicon replica brought over the Atlantic by Norwegian/American fishermen.
The great Skypainter doing a new masterpiece by the Whale.The district where we live is called Whaleae. Maybe after the formation on the ness or because the bay was used to catch whales in long, long time ago.
May 10th friend Turid celebrated her 60th birthday in a chocolatespa in Riga.The rest of the Gang of Four went up to decorate her house for her homecomming.
Aunt Lily has been hospitalized once more. An inflammation in her forehead forces her to use strong medication, cortisone, but she keeps smiling and is a source of joy to all of us.
My herb garden is already sprung into flowers. Fresh cut in salad they are healthbombs.
My two garden angles and a frog waiting for a kiss to turn into the prince on a white horse.
Flower girl under the clematis, God's own garden curtains.
At the peak of Haugesund's tallest mountain. my legs were aching for three days afterwards. To my left the third biggest glacier of Norway, Folgefonna may be vaguely spotted.
God's summer curtains from our livingroom.
The lilies and tulips from may are long gone. The Forget-me-nots are still praying their humble wish.
The Rhododendron is flooding over the terrace. 
The Clematis,the Redbells and the Icelandic lava are almost hiding the steps up to the terrace. 
Gunnar looking for food after a late "sundown tour".
When Norwegian eyes are smiling. At Sola beach hotel, waiting for dinner and Bob Dylan.
The hotel is a well hidden local secret. Here a wedding feast just outside the dining room. Wonder if Jim's son ever was here? It even has a small golfcourse.
This was the third Bob Dylan concert Gunnar, Serina and I attended together. First when she was three, second a her age of fourteen, and this time she was twenty. Nice tradition we intend to follow as long as the never ending tour keeps rolling.
Serina having a good time in the middle of a rather civilized crowd, in her own words.
I was rather annoyed with the drunken young monkey men.I managed to shuffle them away though and give them a suitable elbow while stumbling on.
Gunnar, all calm and focused,but never letting his daughter out of sight.
Dylan played for two hours, so cool jazzing and rocking the time out of mind.
He was in a remarkable good mood, even did encores.
The beach outside our hotel window.
I cannot think of a better lullaby than the rhythmic rolling of the sea.
Half of me is from this landscape, Jaeren. We had to visit the Old Vicarage at Haa. There're always interesting exhibitions in the mighty stone age grave landscape.
Norwegian and Russian fairytales were themes this summer.
The new barn had weird weavings displayed for sale. 
Outside no shore, but roll stone graves from the stone age.
Dylan is right again, no moss on a rolling stone.
The mighty high sky brilliantly painted.
My mother's favorite brother Leif (they were nine siblings)living in the immediate neighborhood the place he was born.
He and my aunt Olaug are the most hospitable persons I know of. My uncle just out of the hospital and my aunt in severe arthritic pains. No way we were allowed to leave without a proper meal!
Just now Gunnar is working hard to transfer our terrace from shabby to chick before our long advertised garden party.
If the weather will continue to stay so extraordinary warm and sunny, we'll have the day of the year.
One year today since my Dad went home to stay with his family in Heaven.
He was the best.
I miss him every day beyond words.
The picture of me sitting safely on my father's lap was taken in 1953.
We were traveling by boat 120 kilometers to see my ophthalmologist.
The trip would take six hours each way.Long journey for a girl of three. I remember it as was it yesterday.
My Dad seemed to relax and enjoy himself,as did I.
Nothing much to play with,but my Dad
had brought a newspaper with plain big fonts. He used that to teach me the alphabet. When I returned I even knew how to write.
In the big city we went to a toy shop where I was allowed to choose two necklaces and a jewel box for myself.
The string broke many times, but my Dad would always take time to fix them. Gee, was he happy when the nylon string finally came on the market.
I've lost most things from my childhood, but the necklaces are still in their box.
Just to touch them brings a flood of good memories to the surface.
On our way home from a night on the beach. Sundown at 11.30.
On the far side of the sea, midst among sand and rock, sprayed by salt water and howling storms life is growing.
"I often longed, on tiresome roads, out there, to peace."
Gunnar and Serina have different views on the sea.
"When there was only one set of footprints,that's when I carried you."
Gunnar and Serina slowly approaching.
The road constructors have left for today.
New dress, new fireplace, wonderful, sunny day.
Our old fridge had to be condemned in a hurry, due to severe overflow. 
New hat for the tea sipping lady.
The chest of drawers once was in the bedchamber on my grandparents' farm.About thirty people would be gathered there each summer. My one and only baby brother had to sleep in a drawer. Happy memories.
June has not been very warm, but we clothe up and stay outdoors, as soon as the weather is not freezing.
Gunnar built this fireplace for both grilling and bonfire. My trolls are watching from above.
Barbecue is probably the right word.
Glass balls for fishermen's yarns.
After dinner, a short nap for Gunnar.
Monastery brother Ole likes Snoopy too.
Three ladies celebrating 65, 65 and 85 years' birthdays in June.
Preparing the party. Cousines Mary (65) and her sister Doris made wonderful and delicious looking sandwiches by the score.
Second cousines Serina and Anne Line could pass for sisters.
Great aunt Sigrid,(85) has got a lot of class, but also fire. "Mom, she is a wash bomb," exclaimed Serina, when great aunt washed the house in one great blitz.
Snowball is not quite sure what to think of all this energy.
There was a great flee market where we would have loved to have Mom Golden with us.
Gunnar made some bargains.
Fabulous Ruby came home from Vet school in England.
We had a shrimp party. It was supposed to be a terrace inaugural, but the rain was pouring.
Unlike Jim, we eat first and then the pics are taken. This by Gunnar
Some brought flowers, some brought wine, but my best friends brought a unisex bathing suit. I am decently dressed, with party clothes under. I AM NOT THAT FAT.
Serina is using a wide angle lens, everybody can see that?
Gunnar had a hard time renovating the terrace.
The shabby edition, Now history.
Little aunt Sigrid's choir are going to perform in York.
