A surprise trip to Norway

Norway wasn’t somewhere I thought I would be visiting so soon. My sister has been hopping between Australia and Norway for a couple of years now as she fell in love with a Norwegian boy at university. They suddenly decided to wed and so I hopped on a plane to be there for the big day.

The landscape there is like nothing I’ve seen before. So rocky and shapely. The pines, especially ones near the water are all squat from coastal winds. I sometimes felt like I was inside a giant bonsai display.

With such a small population, there’s a delicious sense of slowness and absolute quiet, but not in a desolate way.

It was so wonderful to spend time with my sister again. Only sharing the same father (different mothers), we didn’t grow up together, though our similarities in personality are surprisingly striking. We went on lots of nature walks together, which I will now share photos from. I’ll put up a couple of wedding snaps in another post (I had the pleasure of taking some bride and groom shots after the ceremony).

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Lost – David Wagoner

I’ve been doing a short course on illustration, one night a week. It’s been a welcome escape and break up of a weekly routine. There was an activity where we had to illustrate the following beautiful poem. Below is my take on the piece. I used ink on watercolour paper.

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Lost
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree of a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest know
Where you are. You must let it find you.

– David Wagoner