Hamilton BW

You wonder when. When did it happen? When did happiness turn around and climb on a tree, waiting to jump on your head and knock you down on the ground?




You walk home, and look at the fence. You start walking faster, and as you keep your eyes firm, the small vertical gaps in the fence start showing more and more of what's behind, like a film rolling slowly, showing its framelines more than its frames.



Than you sit in the car, your forehad sticking to the glass and your eyes sticking to the outside. Voices and music mix down in your head, and the poles and the bushes start passing in front of your sight following the beat. You stop and you let your eyes flow, creating your very own rythm of images.


Strange sounds are heard at all times, weird thoughts slide on the floor. Strange creatures cruise the corridors. And the best part is, you are one of them.




Things are not always under control and that's okay. The drops slide down on the window and Hansi has met a new friend. The light plays with the walls, and the wind is warm, somedays. It's difficult to capture all the small images and situations, it's hard to make them stick to my mind at find them again the end of the day. An 1600 b&w is an amazing way to try and rewind.





Than there are the things that you enjoy forgetting, like a sudden smile or a cloud too fast for your lense. Probably 'cause thats yours just for one time, yours only.


Or moments like the 17th of may. Flags everywhere, and the best breakfast ever. For the company's sake, of course. The lenses enjoys sticking to smiles, playing with the light, not always as softly.






So life keeps rolling, in either colors or black and white down here, down under. I'm starting to get the chills though, I can lift my eyes over the map of the days and see the one in which we'll be done at the University of Waikato. That's strange. I think I'm getting road hungry again. And did I tell you? We're leaving for Australia in 3 weeks. Yey.

Bubbles and toes

One day we found ourselves to be on a beach in Raglan. Cam showed off his mastering of waves, Hansi and Bendik followed him in the water while Jesper and I decided to dip our shoes in the salt ocean liquid while taking pictures. I borrowed Bendik's canon, and here's what happened.
























Than we walked up to the car again. Cam talked some cows into starring in his next movie, we had a terrible cappuccino at the local bakery and drove home.

Some pretty busy days here, but still I have a little time to spend on the blog. And some time to enjoy the warm autumn wind when it finally decides to show up, blowing up the colors and the temperature. And a lot of time to enjoy all the small things, which become more and more amazing for each single day. Got nothing to do today, but smile. And all the rest.

Fall paints fences

Random thoughts while I try not to get to work and essay-writing, random pictures taken around in Hamilton. Smash them on the wall, stick them in your skull.


They lay down on the grass, they both laugh like mad, and you'd think, they'v been smokin somthin' strange; and no, not at all, thay haven't. Serious faces can simply not stick to their heads for a second, even the stars turn around not to bend and explode.



It's brain tornado, and it's pure. The fall passes by lifting an eyebrow and shaking his head. His finger stops on his moustache, hiding the corners of the lips that are trying to lift up to a smile. He starts swinging around, throwing random colors on fences and trees.







Stop for a second, look up at the sky. Than down on the grass, he's lost his breath, and the sounds have lost their wings. Breathe in, smile softly but hide it enough.


Fall has come and yeah, the days are crazy. One day we have to wear wool not to freeze, one other we can walk up to uni in our tees. And the moments you can sit in the corner outside a building in the sun, getting baked by the thin rays, woow. That's worth a whole summer day.