Thursday, March 24, 2011


This sepia self-portrait in an old stained mirror, kind of interpret my mood right now. I reduced the sepia till about 20 and then did some fiddling I cannot quite explain. As little as I can explain this blues.
The poem; I fell for the first verse, the rest belong to Dylan Thomas.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

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Monday, March 21, 2011

Muppet Show - Mahna Mahna Original

For Brother Kel and blog friend Nathan.


Today, Monday March 21st at 6 a.m. Norwegian time, is Spring Equinox.
My entries for Ruby Tuesday are all made indoors. Spring still hasn't won the final battle about the season.

"I'm accepting chaos. I'm sure sure whether chaos is accepting me,"Bob Dylan.
We bought this dining table just a year ago. The intention was to have a table which was always cleared and empty.....

Harriet Backer is a well known female painter from the 19th century.
I bought this clever hand painted copy at Sally Army. Gunnar was very sceptically. Till we stumbled over the original in Oslo hanging in the prestigious National Museum. Backer is famous for painting light in simple interiors. This time mother sun herself has enhanced the picture.

This is the closest we ever came to a wedding picture. We had to send out cards to thank for the overwhelming amount of presents we got, even though we did not have a traditional wedding. Our life among books and cats might be an alternate title. Photo within the photo by Gunnar.

I am a copycat, inspired by Gunnar's great skill. He made an intriguing shot of the old stained mirror in our bedroom. This is my self portrait.

Gunnar has reached new heights as a skilled baker. His spelt breads are delicious, and also a necessity, as he is gluten intolerant. Lucky me get to taste. And the baking spreads bread perfume all over our home.
Not a bad place to be while king winter is still wrestling princess spring outdoors.
Ruby Tuesday
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