Turns out this video clip doesn’t show up in my Mozilla Firefox browser, but it somehow works in Google Chrome – and, I’m sure, in other browsers, too.
Had to leave my late father’s flat for an hour or so tonight, where I’ve spent hour upon hour clearing out since he passed away almost two months ago. Thought I’d reacquaint myself with the city I used to call mine, some thirty odd years ago.
Even though I can no longer call it mine, I have to admit its beauty in fair weather – which unfortunately comes in small and very rare portions.
All photos (including the above) shot with a simple mobile:
But as I said, it’s no longer mine. Hell, the buses aren’t even yellow! They used to be. So I roam the streets like – or as – a tourist. Kinda liking what I see.
But knowing it? I have to say no.
It’s past midnight (here). People stay up, following the drama unfurling on the other side of the Atlantic.
We care more about what’s going on in America than any where else—don’t know why. Probably because there are slightly a few more Americans descending from Norwegians than Norwegians remaining in the old country.
A 51st state?
Look no further.
London Calling, The Clash 1979.
Dumt og (or &) farligt (Danish) equals Stupid and dangerous.
I stumbled upon this one today. A painting I did of an Oslo university building some seven or eight years ago (never dated it). Stumbled upon may be an exaggeration. In truth I was in need of a uni or science related image, and suddenly remembered.