Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The gray rain-curtain of this world rolls back and all turns to silver glass
If there is one thing I have learned in life it is that things never really end. They are all just a part of a bigger wave. The flow of life. Even the things that do end, don’t really. They just transition over, and float into something else.
I believe that there is always an adventure waiting for you around the corner. Wether you are pushed around it by some dark twist of fate, or you take the leap faith due to uninspiring surrounding, it will take you places. It might be places you don’t want to go, but if you stop to think, you will realize that they are just a part of the bigger picture. And you have the choice: do you want to paint it with unterstandment and acceptance, or sorrow and regrett?
Like my best friend said to me: Don’t worry my friend, there’s another day waiting for this day to end.
With this I thank everyone who has voted for me so that I could win best photographer blog on our.blog.com, take a breake from this adventure, and hope that the next one will take me to new and different hights.
Yes, I know I wrote that I was over with this blog, but I just so happened to be nominated for best photography blog 2011 on blog.com! Although I consider this blog more as an inspiration blog, I am over exited to be nominated along with such professional photographers.
I am pretty sure that I don’t stand a chance, but I like to think that I stand out, so with that tiny bit of hope in mind, I would love it if some of you lovely people would like to vote for me.
Maybe I’ll be back one day as well!
I keep editing these photos I took of Julie a few months ago. It was a rough day weather-wise, but that proved to be in our favor. Like I mentioned in a previous post, she is a photographer as well, so check out her blog and beautiful pictures here
Model: Monica Ugelvik
I miss Paris, I miss how she pulls you down in a melancholic way but lifts you up to new creative heights. I miss how she smells in the fall, and how you feel like you are exactly where you are supposed to be. I miss how she inspires and provokes, and how she makes you feel lost and alone in a perfectly good way. Everyone should watch Midnight in Paris by Woody Allen by the way. That’s exactly how Paris feels
I am haunted by numberless islands, and many a Danaan shore
where time would surely forget us, and sorrow come near us no more.
Soon far from the rose and the lily and fret of the flames would we be
were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea
William Butler Yeats