The Vigeland Park

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I went to Vigelandsparken (the Vigeland Park) a few weeks ago. It was a sunny afternoon and I wanted to photograph here. I had been there a few days earlier, at a picnik, but at the time I didn’t get time to photograph a lot.

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The Botanical Garden, part II

On my second day at the Botanical Garden, I brought with me the 18-125 mm lens. If you’re going to photograph tall trees, you need something different than the 50 mm lens. My plan was to use both the 18-125 mm and the 50 mm, but I ended up just using the zoom lens.

This time I had brought a extra memory card. But… if it’s not one thing, it is something else. Isn’t that how they saying goes? I found out that my battery was far from fully charged. It was like 30% left. Prepered, much? Eh, I don’t think so! Luckily  it went OK. The battery didn’t die and got to take all the photos I wanted.

The weather wasn’t as good as the day before. It even rained occationally. I had to hide my camera a few times, not to get it wet. Luckily it wasn’t any heavy rain, just light drizzling. I have to say I was a bit annoyed when the weather didn’t turn out as predicted. Well, even if the weather wasn’t perfect, I still got some nice photographs of the Botanical Garden. This time it was all about the tall trees, the Garden itself and not the tiny, but beautiful flowers.

Into the forrest

I went home to my parents place last weekend. Saturday I went to a birthday party, to celebrate one of my best friend (Linda) and another friend. The weather was supposed to be great this weekend, with lots of sun and fairly warm weather. My plan was to go out on a phototrip on saturday, but it was too windy so I opted out. Instead I went out on sunday. It was oh so lovely.

The place where I come from is very small and when you walk by foot you have to walk quite far to find new places to photograph. I decided to explore a part of my neighbours(Linda’s dad) forrest – or what’s left of it. Not long ago he decided to cut down a lot of trees. It was a much needed thing to do, because the trees were old and not in a very good condition. A huge part of the forrest is gone and I was curious about what it looked like now.

I’ve always been drawn to the forrest, in daytime that is. I don’t like being in the forrest at evenings/night. I find it a bit scary. In daytime, it’s a whole other story. I like the smell, the sounds, the tall trees, all the different green colors (my fave color is green!) etc.

That forrest holds so many great memories from my childhood. I’ve spent a lot of time inside it. Here I want to share a few with you:

  • My friend Linda and I, we had a small cabin that forrest. Linda’s brother helped us build it. It was so much fun building tha cabin. Unfortunately it got torn down. One time Linda’s brother got so angry at Linda that he went up to the cabin and smashed most of it. I remember being so sad.
  • Linda and I, we also had sort of a cabin inside her parents’ barn. Her dad and brother built a room with four walls inside the barn, with a window and an opening so we had way to get in. The room was furnished with some old kitchen cabinets, two tables and two chairs, a bunk bed made of pallets, and a oven made out of wood boards. Outside the room with had a store which we called 1000 things with sold old porcelain and a grocerystore. We played that we were two kids living together who was going to open a restaurant. The food we needed for our restaurant, we found up in the woods. We collected pine cones, leaves, moss etc.
  • There is a trail going through that forrest up to a tiny lake. I’ve been up there lots of times; both winter and summer. On wintertime we took our skis with us. It was ok to go uphill, but down it was a bit more scarier. It went fast and I didn’t have much balance, so I fell a lot. My friend Linda wasn’t scared at all and went downhill in full force.
  • When I was younger my dad always went to the forrest find a Christmas tree. I used to tag along and so did my sister occationally. We either found a tree in our own forrest or one of the neighbour forrests. One year, when I was 14 and my sister was 18, my dad was sick before Christmas and my sister and me, we had to get that years Christmas trees. We didn’t only need one, we needed three! One for our grandparents, one for my dads aunts and one for our own livingroom. We struggled a lot, but managed to come home with three trees. Dad said they were good, but has later confessed they weren’t all that good after all. He told a white lie, not to hurt us.

Here are some photos from yesterdays trip to the forrest.

Phototrip: winter edition

I’m spending the sunday at Lierfoss and took the oportunety to go out and photograph. The sun was missing, the sky was one big cloud, but that didn’t stop me; everything is better than darkness.

As so many times before I got looks when I was out photographing. People in cars looked strangly at me. One guy stared really hard. I bet he was wondering what the heck I was doing, standing at the sidewalk looking up, aiming some tree tops with my camera. At first I sighed, then I smiled and continued. I am well aware of that I might look weird some times when I photograph; I can stand on my knees , I can bend to one side, I can look up with my camera, I can point the camera on my shoes, I can the camera at a glass wall – shooting the relection of me… A lot of people don’t get what I’m doing and therefore they stare at me wondering what I’m doing. I know they are thinking that and more than often I feel like staring back asking them if they need any help, asking if they’ve never seen a camera before… anything to make them uncomfortable/embarrased. I never do it though, at least not talk to them. I sigh quietly  and ocationally stare back.

Anyway… this post wasn’t going to be a rant about people not understanding why I photograph or how I do it. It was supposed to be a post about the love for snow, winter, trees and forrest, because I love all those things. There is something pretty about snow coated trees or entire landscapes covered in snow.

Here’s some shot from today:

No, it’s not a snowstorm; it’s just the work of a snow blower.

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