Me in front of our Japanese maple tree 

Me saying "hello"!

I was a tired wreck this morning. I was first awakened at 3 am by Henrik’s best friend Robban, who begged me for advice on how he could get rid of a drunken Henrik, whom I heard giggling drunkenly in the background and bumping into various furnitures. I told him to hit Henrik in the head or lock him up in the bathroom, and went back to bed where I fell soundly asleep. Then at 6 am I was awakened yet again by a panic stricken Ragnhild who was supposed to be on a train to Bergen in thirty minutes, but could not locate her wallet. I was therefore forced to get up and scan the house to make sure she hadn’t left it behind when going home from my birthday party. Luckily Henrik got home safely and Ray found her wallet in the end!

As for me, I voluntarily joined in for proper walk in the woods without sulking and complaining to various teachers and superiors for the first time in my life today. I had been told to enjoy my last days in Norway to the full, and when Marianne suggested we’d discover the nearby forest, I concluded what better way of enjoying my own country than to bum around in its beautiful nature? Since we both thrive when being allowed to play with a camera, we decided to make a photograpy outing out of it. This provided me with an acual purpose and reason for the excursion, which is important since I can’t stand walking around in woods just for the sake of it. (Ulike all other crazy Norwegians.) We both agreed that carrying our cameras around also forced us to study things more closely and see nature in a new and improved light. 

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Me experimenting with a slow shutter speed function in order to give the water a softer texture.

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I love the silky effect it gives the water. I just want to jump into it and bathe!

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Marianne adjusting the settings on her insane-looking camera.

When I got home I had to take a little nap in order to catch up on tonight’s lost sleep. When I got up I commenced on reading my much procrastinated book “The Social Production of Art” by Janet Wolff. It is a pile of academic nightmare, and I am so ashamed to say that some of the passages I cannot interpret no matter how much I twist and turn the words around. Janet Wolff and her bourgeois language is giving me a severe inferiority complex. However, when focusing (and not trying to watch “Casino Royale” whilst reading) I find myself increasingly finding and understanding  the key points of what she is trying to convey, and I can even make up my own ideas about things. I guess that is more important rather than spending time and energy trying to understand every single sentence. In the end I found myself genuinely amused and intrigued by the book and the fact that I could understand most of it. I am now going to change over to a bit of “light” reading. I am a huge fangirl of two people: Leonardo DaVinci and Elizabeth I, and I just bought Alison Weir’s biography on the latter. I find her to be a most intiguing and complex character, and I am truly enjoying the book.

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