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If any of you are interested in purchasing postcards, prints, etc. of any images on this blog, I finally have a Deviant Art account and put a few up there, if there are any requests just feel free to shoot me an email at z155240@gmail.com and I can edit a photo and put it up there. Rates are pretty darn good for a high quality print or postcard and you can help support me as a starving artist =P

My account is: http://riahart1989.deviantart.com/


Anyway, promise to take some more photos and get a REAL post up soon!

Cheers!
~A

"In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks" -John Muir

I have to admit that autumn is my favorite time of year. Don't get me wrong, I love all the seasons for different reasons--but there is something about the dying, or rather "falling asleep" of the natural world that is melancholic but nonetheless romantic. Norway in the fall has been quite the treat for me, despite the frequent rain, I'm finding that the cloudy grey-ness of it all makes one appreciate even more the few spatterings of sunlight that appear in increasing rarity.  I'm certainly taking this post as a way to clear off some camera images, so its probably not the most "interesting", but there are some beautiful shots I got.

Norheimsund from elevation

Lichen covered tree

Freshwater lake in the mountains.

For those of you interested in the Sami people, there is a very fine article in this month's National Geographic about them, here is a link to some of the lovely photos from the article: http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2011/11/sami-reindeer-herders/larsen-photography#/16-summer-reindeer-calf-marking-670.jpg


Finally, I'll leave you with a little Hauge:
Everyday
Drops in the East Wind, 1966

You've left the big storms
behind you now.
You didn't ask then
why you were born,
where you came from, where you were going to,
you were just there in the storm,
in the fire.
But it's possible to live
in the everyday as well,
in the grey quiet day,
set potatoes, rake leaves,
carry brushwood.
There's so much to think about here in the world,
one life is not enough for it all.
After work you can fry bacon
and read Chinese poems.
Old Laertes cut briars,
dug round his fig trees,
and let the heroes fight on at Troy.