Sunday Stills – Headshots

Check out what kind of headshots other people have taken over at Sunday Stills.

This is a busy weekend in Bergen. The annual food and beer festival is taking place (basically a scaled up farmer’s market), and so is the medieval festival at the Bergenhus fortress.

We went to the food festival today, and a few photo opportunities came my way.

This guy was all dressed up in costume for the medieval festival.

Smalahove (sheeps head) is a delicacy in this part of the world. The hairs are burned off and the heads are salted and/or smoked and boiled. They demonstrated the burning off of hair at the festival. We bought some, of course.

 

And after this, some shameless cuteness.

Død ved daggry av Deon Meyer

Ein av lesemåla mine i år er å lese minst to bøker som finn stad i kvar verdsdel. Asia var det lett å finne bøker frå i år, Europa og Nord-Amerika ordnar seg stort sett greit sjølv, men resten av verda er ofte litt meir arbeid. Så dukka det opp ei krimbok frå Sør-Afrika på jobben, og eg fann ut at den kunne vere grei å prøve. Ein ekstra interessant ting for meg er at originalutgåva er på afrikaans. Eg har tidlegare stort sett lest bøker av representantar for den engelskspråklege delen av den kvite befolkninga i Sør-Afrika, så dette var ei forandring.

18308408Tittel: Død ved daggry
Forfattar: Deon Meyer

Forlag: Tiden
Sider: 367
Først publisert: 2008

Sjanger: Krim
Terningen landa på: 5

Zatopek van Heerden er en kulturelt skolert eks-politimann i Pretoria. Han var vel ansett, men nå har livet hans falt fullstendig fra hverandre. Han havner i slåsskamper, går på fylla, fornærmer folk rundt seg og blir sett på som en arrogant jævel. Advokat Hope Beneke hyrer van Heerden for å etterforske et forsvunnet testament og et ett år gammelt mord, der en antikvitetshandler ble funnet drept og mishandlet på det groveste med en blåselampe. Zapotek er kanskje den eneste som klarer å løse floken, men han er uortodoks og vanskelig å samarbeide med. Parallelt avdekker van Heerden historien om sitt liv: om oppveksten som afrikander i et gruvesamfunn og hva som ble utslagsgivende for hans livsløp, om et Sør-Afrika før og etter apartheid og om hvordan en grunnleggende god mann blir ute av stand til å tro på noe annet enn det onde.

Denne likte eg veldig godt. Den hadde både ei interessant oppvekstskildring frå eit miljø eg ikkje kjenner særleg godt og ein bra krimhistorie der eg ikkje utan vidare klarer i sjå løysinga etter å ha lest nokre få sider. Uventa vendingar er alltid ein fordel for meg.

Til tider kan ei slik dobbelfortelling der to forskjellige tidslinjer blir vevd saman vere ganske så irriterande. Her fungerer det imidlertid bra. Det hjelper godt at historien om Zapotek van Heerden sin oppvekst og yngre vaksne år er skrivne i førsteperson medan notidskrimgåta er skrive i tredjeperson. På den måten blir det to distinkte forteljingar som er greie å halde frå einannan.

Krimgåta er som sagt ikkje alt for lett gjennomskueleg, og det er alltid ein fordel. Utan å røpe for mykje kan eg sei at den har solide røter tilbake i Sør-Afrika si apartheidfortid, og der er det mykje grums å grave i.

Elles så har boka ein del matlating, ein mann som treng å få litt orden på sjølvbildet sitt, nokre tøffe damer, og ein del skikkeleg brutale scener.

Anbefalt for alle som har lyst til å lese ei krimbok frå litt anna miljø enn dei fleste av oss her i Norge er vant til og ikkje er alt for pysete når det gjeld brutale scener.

Sunday Stills – Backs of things

On Sunday Stills Ed has asked us for photos of the backs of things.

I’m not taking many photos these days, I’m far to busy trying to catch up on the huge backlog of editing. Still, I did take one picture in honor of the challenge. My playing partners on Bjørnefjorden Golfklubb on Wednesday as we head away from the tee on the first hole.

On the first holeAnd now, a rarity. Kristin took this picture of me taking pictures of orcas (whales) by San Juan Island this summer.

Taking pictures of whales

Sunday Stills – Motorcycles

I hope some of the other Sunday Stills participants are more into motorcycles than I am. 🙂

So this one is from the archives. Way back in 2008 we visited the North Rim of Grand Canyon. I usually don’t notice motorcycles much, and wouldn’t have noticed this one either if it hadn’t been for their cute little luggage trailer.

Sunday Stills – Looking Down

At Sunday Stills we’re looking down. I haven’t taken any pictures specially for this challenge. What follows is a small collection of pictures taken the last three months or so.

Berlin – looking down from the TV Tower. That is a Barbie house down there, I kid you not!

Chicago – from the bar in the Hancock building in Chicago

Seattle – from the restaurant in the Space Needle. I’m glad to say they didn’t move.

Revelstoke, British Columbia – seen from Mt. Revelstoke

Lake Louise, Alberta – from the ski lift. Yes, that’s my foot. 🙂

Bergen, Norway – Steamships Oster and Børøysund, seen from home.

Those little things that stay with you after a vacation

After a vacation I do remember the big things; beautiful views, lovely places, animal sightings, but I also remember and cherish the little things. So, from our trip to Chicago, the northwestern USA and southwestern Canada this summer:

Patriotdame– The flag lady at the art institute in Chicago: She let me take her picture if I promised to send her a copy. We had the nicest chat and the picture is developed and ready to be mailed later today. Snail mail, she didn’t do e-mail.

– Lazy mornings with coffee and books at Doug and Kurt’s place in Chicago.

– The waitress at the lunch place in Seattle: She was very friendly and cute. I complimented her on her dress and she told us she liked it both because of how it looked (not an uniform) and that it was polyester so all the stains washed right off.

– The Old Consulate Inn in Port Townsend: All the max 18 guests have a three course breakfast together at 9AM sharp. Very nice and you never know how the conversation will go. The first day it was way more about yoga and art therapy than I can really stand, but I was polite. (Kristin wasn’t impressed by the art therapy either, she’s after all a professional psycologist). The next day it was more about things to see on the Olympic Peninsula, so we joined in a lot more. The Inn itself was lovely.  Stay there if you ever go to Port Townsend, and Port Townsend is worth going to.

– The nice young lady at Prince of Whales (yes, it’s whales like the mammals, not Wales like Charles) in Victoria that fixed everything after we told her we’d messed up and reserved places the day before we could actualy attend. Excellent customer service and a great time at sea.

– The waitress at the restaurant at Butchart Gardens, BC: She told us “excellent choice” every time we ordered something. After a while I asked if everything on the menu wouldn’t qualify as an excellent choice. She said: “Yes, but so far you’ve ordered all my favorites.” She got lots of tips. 🙂

– The lady that stopped beside us on a red light as we were heading out of Victoria, BC: She smiled at us and we smiled back. We rolled down our windows and I told her I liked her steering wheel cover, it had a Tweetie Bird on it. She told us she liked our car, the same kind that she had. We lamented that it was only rented, because we loved it too. She hoped we’d liked Victoria, and we told her that we really liked it and hoped to come back some day. Then the light turned green and we said goodbye.

– In Revelstoke, BC we walked into town looking for a decent restaurant. By chance we ended up at one of the best in town, Woolsey Creek Bistro. During dinner we started talking to the couple at the next table, a conversation that lasted through dessert, coffee and all the way back to the hotel we all happened to be staying at. The wife were convinced that I and her husband had managed to make us lost, but we knew exactly where we were and how to get back to the hotel. Kristin knew enough to trust me. They were from Australia (he was really Scottish) and were in Canada for their daughters wedding and a road trip. They were heading west, we were heading east.

– The US immigration officer at the Carway border crossing: He asked us how we knew each other. We said we were married. He said: “Good!”, stamped our passports and said: “Welcome to the United States”. For a lesbian couple that “Good” carried some weight.

– The wine loving lady at the light rail in Portland (The MAX): We started talking and kept talking until we had to get off. We had been on a wine tour in the Willamette Valley the day before, and she was going the next day. She and her husband did this every year and even brought special luggage to fly their wine home safely. They had three bags that took 12 bottles each and could be checked in at the airport. Very cool.

– Spending time with the bonus parents: Because of Mum’s broken ankle they couldn’t go on the car trip. But, they met us in Portland and we had a few very nice days together. Mum was walking better every day. The bones were all mended, but the muscles and tendons had to get used to working again.

We had a as lovely vacation that you could possibly wait for.

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Morgon og kveld i lia

Eg har sagt det før, og eg seier det igjen: Eg elskar å bu med denne utsikta.

Mens eg åt frukost på torsdag segla Club Med 2 forbi på veg mot Bergen. Det hadde vore endå flottare dersom ho hadde hatt segla oppe, men ho er no eit staseleg syn uansett.

Og i kveld hadde vi endå ein av desse vakre solnedgangane. Det kan kanskje bli litt kjedeleg å sjå bilde av solnedgangar i lengden, men å oppleve sjølve solnedgangane er aldri kjedelege.

 

Hurtigruter og fjordabåtar

Det har sine fordelar å bu i ei li ved Byfjorden i Bergen. Denne helga var det Fjordsteam 2013 i Bergen, og det såg vi på livet på fjorden og. Masse flotte båtar å sjå på fjorden, og dei var så vennlege å segle i flokk då dei tok mot Hurtigruta på søndagen.

Frå venstre: Midnatsol, Nordstjernen, Sandnes, Vestgar, Atløy, Granvin, Midthordland og Rogaland. I tillegg er det også ein brannbåt ute og spylar litt vatn.

Frå venstre: Midnatsol, Nordstjernen, Sandnes, Vestgar, Atløy, Granvin, Midthordland og Rogaland. I tillegg er det også ein brannbåt ute og spylar litt vatn.

Litt lenger framme i løypa låg Oster og Børøysund.

Litt lenger framme i løypa låg Oster og Børøysund.