Deca

Time has mastered the mother of all ninja tricks. Its ability to creep up on you is what I refer to here. There are probably more lethal parallels that could be drawn, but let's leave that out of this for now :). Ten years. Sounds like a long time, doesn't it? Some days I wonder where they went.

A month even, that's how long it's taken me to get back to an update and I almost didn't notice. It looks like a slow (or maybe not quite so slow) slide to a stop. Or that I have run out of things to write about. Neither is the case, and now and again time presents a kind part of itself when nothing else has grabbed my attention or captured my imagination.

I was reading some very old posts recently. The 'oh! today I did this, or wow! today I saw this' and so on variety :). I suppose one may say the blog has grown up a little. And yet, thoughts and feelings remain just as elusive to capture and bind into words today as a decade ago. Except some moments. When the feelings seem to write themselves into lines and curves and angles that seem made just for them. Sentences, words.

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The feeling has struck me not once, but several times in the past month or so, that this is summer, right now! The sense that maybe something else (or more) is about to come around the corner is all well and good, but likelier than not, that's autumn... The days feel like they last almost forever still, but they are getting shorter. For the first time in a while, tonight I notice the sky completely dark outside. Without even the slightest hint of twilight.

And when I think about it, we have had some fantastic days and weeks. Just not all together :). This has been a summer of collected days. The gold, blue and green appear in measured amounts. Thankfully, we have managed to make some good use of it :). Lazy walks and only slightly less lazy rides. Lying amidst seemingly endless green, looking up at endless blue.

There is of course, more of summer yet, but I will be away for a part of that. I can hardly believe the long overdue trip to India is only a handful of days away! I've had my flights booked for a third of a year now, of course, a lot has happened in between :).

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It's funny how catching up with someone and trailing fingers through collective intertwined strands of memories brings so much else back. Here's to more adventures and thoughts.

Currently: reminiscing
Listening to: Imagine Dragons - Second chances

Cumulonimbus

It's not quite the summer I'd have hoped for, so far. But that doesn't make it bad, necessarily. It's just a bit difficult to get used to spring all over again after it had gotten so close to proper summer weather.

Sigh.

Oh well, at least there's been a bit of cycling going on. On new roads, mostly. There's a sad thing about getting used to stuff. Nice things. But of course if it drives you to find new things that are nice, it's not all bad.

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Dark clouds do have their moments. There have been a few days recently when I'd look up and find the very definition of towering and ominous in the most awe-striking (if that is actually a word) sense.

I'm caught in what I can only explain as a feeling of time jumps. The real passage of time has ended up seeming stretched in some things and shrunken in others. I have the feeling that I should probably stop a little. Catch my breath, take stock of things.

But then the passage of time in the present seems so immediate and full of details and potential. There's a bit from some dialogue in a film that I'm reminded of. Let's see how omniscient Google is.... ha!

Did you ever have the feeling that you wanted to go.
But still had the feeling that you wanted to stay.

Something like that, but more with looking and turning away. Sort of. :)

There's always more things to do than time to do them in and at the same time more time than I want that slips by with seemingly less done than I probably should have.

Yes, sigh.

Currently: overcast and too cold for summer
Listening to: Darude - Out of control

A case of time travel through seasons

Endings inevitably bring memories. Nostalgia, sometimes. Maybe relief. Or regret?

Even when things aren't particularly close to one's heart there are bits of flotsam from the past that surface, even if briefly.

Not a bad thing necessarily. It's just hard to look in earnest for the beginnings that await on the other side. Much harder than to speak of them.

It isn't just the matter of the unknown. Although that plays a big part, I suspect.

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I find myself unable to draw the straight lines of a narrative to join a series of photographs together. Not in a way that makes a story anyway. One that might make sense in, well, any sensible way :). Keeping that in mind, here goes.

There are certain images that have the capacity to completely warp the idea of seasons. Like summer in the midst of endless stretches of snow. But when that turns into spring flowers along very deep, very blue and very still water bodies, things start getting quite interesting.

There's something mesmerising in the way roads can wrap themselves around a landscape. Not big roads. Those just thrust and cut their way through. Little ones. Narrow and twisting ones. Ones where low speeds seem fast, and faster speeds feel incredible.

Clouds of mist thrown up by immeasurable amounts of water rushing over rock. Old rock. Getting slowly eroded into new shapes. The noise is terrifying in the quiet. But the views are spectacular. They tame your fear and draw you closer. Trapped in awe.

Some trips have a way of morphing from one kind of spectacular to another so rapidly and continuously that it is almost impossible to remember quite all of it :). But then that's Norway for you.

I'm glad I've chosen to stay.

Currently: settling
Listening to: Kygo - Firestone

The kindness of stills

It's not like this is the first time I've thought this :). But hey, here goes anyway. The word kind is something I came across today in a documentary on Bill Cunningham. Used to describe how a photograph can be, and indeed should be, used to depict something. Or someone.

That's just my opinion. But then this is my blog, so. :)

It is of course possible to use photographs unkindly. Hurtfully even. But it is easy to use them kindly. Easier than on moving film. I suppose it's just a question of skill. The people who made BCNY did so very skilfully I'd say.

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Yes, it has been a while since I've posted. In the mean time I've cycled a bit around new and sun-shiny islands. Run the annual stafetten a little worse than I could have. Driven a lot. Along fjords and over vast snow fields in what is almost summer.

And acquired a board game. It's no ludo, but it's not bad :).

Then there's been the other, more life changing sort of stuff, but then we don't talk about such things here. Let's consider instead, how some things throw others into sharper focus. By force of heightened contrasts. Not to stretch the photography metaphor, but sometimes you need a bad shot if only to compare the good ones with.

Feeling: better
Listening to: Ed Sheeran & Rudimental - Bloodstream

Straying from the tracks

A white page... scary abyss or fountain of possibility? I suppose something in-between or a bit of both. There's no denying the potential though. Promising or otherwise.

Tiredness has a way of seeping in through the cracks sometimes. It burrows underneath the happy thoughts and slips behind cheerful faces. And then starts slowly dragging everything down towards a haggard and grey fog of vague uneasiness and distress.

I need a break. Obviously. I need to get back on my bike and get outside. But in the mean time I need to stave off the draining long enough by feeding it more sunshine!

Currently: bleurgh
Listening to: mùm - I know you are but what am I?