this was two or so weeks ago.. before Søvassli..Vilma, Ruta, Philipp, Vilma’s friend (I always forget her name) and I drove to a place close to Orkanger, by the coast.

on our way there, it was raining…

quiet after the storm

after two hours of driving, we got there. we threw ourselves outside of the car and I stood and smelled the sea breeze and ran through grass patches towards the shore, a small beach with flat, smooth, small rocks. The sun was so white and blinding, the light so strange and cold.

blinding

I was being silly and collecting a lot of broken sea shells and I found a sea hedgehog and just used it as a monocular (is that even a word?).. looking through it constantly.

Sea hedgehogs remind me of France, somehow.. the beach there, going sailing, summer, childhood, warmth. happiness.

Ruta was desperately looking for ‘perfect’ sea shells, we all got into photography mode and took a thousand pictures of each other.

Vilma liker Norge!

Philipp has some crazy hair here.. thankyou wind :)

then we climbed on top of a mini-hill and I tried to run after a bird..he didn’t like me very much. So I focused on the landscape again.

fugler er dumme dyr

sea = love

I slept most of the time on the way back so I took no pictures and I looked a little dazed when we arrived at Moholt. äh.