Vi må skrive blogg på skolen, noe jeg egentlig ikke er så fan av, for jeg er ikke så glad i å skrive. Men når jeg først begynner så merker jeg lidenskapen jeg har overfor fotografering, så jeg tenkte jeg kunne dele et lite utdrag fra det ene blogginnlegget mitt på skolen. Teksten er delvis inspirert av et innlegg på flickr-kontoen til Rosie Hardy
Nikon D700 + Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 I Sommeren 2011
To compare photography to death, has never crossed my mind before starting University. We focus a lot on this, that photographs portrays only something that's dead; moments that has past and will never happen again. I do understand this viewing on the subject, but even so I'd like to believe that what I see when I look at photographs is life. I do love photography, and for me it is something that allows me to live. Sometimes I find it hard to embrace all the impressions the world gives us every day. I want to have time and energy to both collect and recall all those treasured moments in life. I love the smell of grass, when it's freshly mowed. I love the heat from the sun, and the long-lasting nights in the summer. I love the moon, and its unique ability mesmerize me. I love the sound of laughter, and how contagious that is. I love the touch between humans, and I love to look at people captured in their own thoughts. I love the sound of trees whispering, and to walk barefoot in the forest. The sound of a piano is amazing, and I love the emotions attached with that. With photography I can capture all those things and it allows me to stay alive. And not only through my own work, but looking at others' work as well. It makes me remember the small beautiful things in this mad world we live in and it helps me feel alive.