En ettermiddag i 2003,
en åker ved Flakk.
I bakgrunnen sees Fosenfjellene,
fortsatt kvite av snø.
The Trondheim fjord
near the ferry harbour of Flakk.
Small journeys in time and space to spots of quietness in a busy world. Mostly from mountainous regions of Norway, and sporadic trips all around the world. Beauty of life is concentrated in moments of surprise, astonishment, humor and a sound feeling of littleness. You shall not step in the grass, the Norwegian poet Einar Skjæråsen wrote. The source of love is hidden somewhere there. Power of peace is also hidden in the same words, piecewise visible through goodhearted people.