morning light streamed through the window, sharp and golden, carving shapes in the air. two tables away, a man sat still, the lines on his face deep as stories untold. i asked if i could take his portrait. he chuckled, waved me off. "i’m not a good-looking man," he said. nonsense, i told him. the light wasn’t interested in good looks. it loved character, and he had plenty of it. he let me shoot, the glow falling across his weathered features like a map of a life lived. when i showed him the raw frame on my phone, his lips curled into a smile, faint but real. "not bad," he said. he was right—it wasn’t bad. it was honest.

From the series, what happens when aliens are looking for human flesh. Al taken by my Nikon.

My last fil about Blot : www.youtube.com/watch?v=CDqZ7GjBi9g&t=32s

We got together in the hippie era of 1968. In May of this year we fought in Paris. Today peace has befallen us.

Today, Wednesday 9 February, she is 79 years old, congratulations to the woman in my life.

sitting in the dim glow of a late friday afternoon, christopher reads. the world around him fades into shadow, but the pages reflect the light. his fingers rest on the spine of a well-worn book, a bridge between past and present. a watch glints on his wrist, measuring time he no longer counts. behind him, the quiet hum of palma de mallorca—footsteps, distant voices, the scent of old paper and ink. his store, a sanctuary of literature, waits patiently. in this moment, he is not a bookseller, not an owner. just a reader lost in a world within worlds.

My girlfriend who turns 80 next week.

A Good Friday picture

al objects taken with my Nikon-cameras

Now I have an open invitation to anyone who wants a portrait of themselves, get in touch. My studio is open.

a woman in quiet motion slices through the midday shadow of palma’s narrow streets. her white sunhat flares against the darkness like an exhale of light. designer bags in hand, her silhouette tells a story of grace, solitude, and the transient choreography of summer.

she is as tough today as when we got together in 1968

Next week shes 79, and still in full time employment at Bronseplassen.

old fun

From Sunday's photo shoot here on Bronseplassen, Norway.

Odin from Old Norse: Óðinn, is a widely revered god in Germanic mythology. Norse mythology, the source of most surviving information about him, associates him with wisdom, healing, death, royalty, the gallows, knowledge, war, battle, victory, sorcery, poetry, frenzy, and the runic alphabet, and depicts him as the husband of the goddess Frigg. In wider Germanic mythology and paganism, the god was known in Old English as Wōden, in Old Saxon as Uuôden, in Old Dutch as Wuodan, and in Old High German as Wuotan, all ultimately stemming from the Proto-Germanic theonym *Wōđanaz, meaning 'lord of frenzy', or 'leader of the possessed'.

Odin appears as a prominent god throughout the recorded history of Northern Europe, from the Roman occupation of regions of Germania (from c.  2 BCE) through movement of peoples during the Migration Period (4th to 6th centuries CE) and the Viking Age (8th to 11th centuries CE). In the modern period the rural folklore of Germanic Europe continued to acknowledge Odin. References to him appear in place names throughout regions historically inhabited by the ancient Germanic peoples, and the day of the week Wednesday bears his name in many Germanic languages, including in English.

In Old English texts, Odin holds a particular place as a euhemerized ancestral figure among royalty, and he is frequently referred to as a founding figure among various other Germanic peoples, such as the Langobards, while some Old Norse sources depict him as an enthroned ruler of the gods. Forms of his name appear frequently throughout the Germanic record, though narratives regarding Odin are mainly found in Old Norse works recorded in Iceland, primarily around the 13th century. These texts make up the bulk of modern understanding of Norse mythology.

Granddaughter

www.instagram.com/thomas.gooday/

I will admit I used a fair bit of noise reduction on this one :)

"When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence." - Ansel Adams

Dear Anu Papp my dear friend, a deep and heartfelt thank you for this wonderful photo. I am so grateful for your talent and friendship.

Please check out her amazing work here: linktr.ee/anupapp

With deep gratitude and love,

Violet Boa PR

location: hofgarten (munich)

model: lara kreft

agency: most wanted models germany

Wait

I'm coming undone

Irate

I'm coming undone

Too late

I'm coming undone

What looks so strong, so delicate

Wait

I'm starting to suffocate

And soon I anticipate

I'm coming undone

What looks so strong, so delicate

coming undone - Korn

I've made a series of pictures about what happens if alien carnivores invade the earth to get a good meal with fatty meat.

Al objekts taken with NIKON

As beautiful today as when I met her in 1967.

barcelona, one of those narrow side streets where time seems to slow down.

i saw him standing there – still, immersed, like part of the stone and shadow.

i asked for a portrait, and he agreed with a quiet nod.

then i asked him to lower his glasses,

just a little, to let the light catch those immense eyes.

now i look at these frames and still can't decide which one tells the story best.

maybe it’s not about choosing.

maybe it’s about letting them all speak.

Eldir 80 year, here at Bronseplassen, Høvåg, Norway.

My lover since 1968, Hippi then, the same now...

al taken by my Nikon camera and worked with in PhotoShop

Goldsmith, poet, musician, friend, with whom I have had many good times over the past 50 years.

Vǫluspá is the best known poem of the Poetic Edda. It tells the story of the creation of the world and its coming end and subsequent rebirth, related to the audience by a völva addressing Odin. It is one of the most important primary sources for the study of Norse mythology. The poem is preserved whole in the Codex Regius and Hauksbók manuscripts while parts of it are quoted in the Prose Edda.

a gentle reflection in the water captures this fleeting moment, as the model seems to step into another world. taken in munich’s hofgarten, this photo of lara kreft tells a quiet story, with her thoughts and the autumn light mirrored on the wet ground. the interplay of light, perspective, and high-contrast black and white creates an almost dreamlike scene, as though her reflected half carries the secrets of her mind and surroundings.

From photo fun on Bronseplassen, Norway.

From Sunday's photo shoot at Bronseplassen, Høvåg, Norway.

in the hush between light and shadow, a photographer lifts her camera — not in reflex, but in reckoning. her gaze arcs toward the viewfinder, already composing something just beyond the frame. caught mid-thought, mid-breath, she is both subject and seer. this image holds stillness like a held breath.

First time I see it. It tells how rarely I visit my old town, even though our farm borders it.

Artist Erik Pirolt