First few days we spent out there on the tiny island of Ona, before we headed south along the coast line of Norway. Not along the coast line as such, as that would be a bit difficult around these parishes, but as close to it as practically possible would be the right term I suppose.
The path the old guardian of the lighthouse flame used to get to work everyday some time back. This would be his view, more or less, from his kitchen window inside the big house right behind me when I snapped this photo onto some old Kodak Tri-X film using one of the rangefinder cameras. I love this view, and got a few snaps of it if I start counting. No reason for that, I believe.
Anyway, we ended up at a nice spot located more or less in the middle of the North Sea, called Bulandet and Værlandet, which suited us just fine for a few days. You will probably see that for yourselves whenever I'm able to post a few snaps from the trip.
I have already developed a few films, but the scanning has not been far up on my list of priorities as for yet. That has to do with life in general, as it happens. I got a few things to take care of around the house, to put it simple. That's the price of being the "handyman" of the area. Not that I'm particularly handy, but maybe rather the handiest there is to get inside this house... which means there will be things to do from time to time.
Same camera, same film on the same trip to "Onakalven" which is the name of the small bump or top onto where the lighthouse is built. Strange how people react when they see a camera appear. The two male humans looking down to the ground and kept walking down the narrow track, while the female one immediately stopped and went looking out towards the sea in some kind of pose. Strange.
News from the tiny island of Ona then: As you may know my cousin Mette is a quite known writer, author and a playwright (if that's the right terms... but I think so) on this lump of stone we call Norway. We used to have a very well known Swedish author walking around this tiny island from time to time, as Henning Mankell used to have a house out here before he passed away. A part of his early career was taking place in the small city of Molde not too far from Ona, and I think that was how he fell in love with this place at some point.
Anyway, to make the story short the norwegian union of playwrights or dramaticians has now inherited his house on the island, and my cousin will be able to use the place for writing stuff... or whatever people like her do from day to day. I can't wait to see what she'll get out of it at some point. There should not be any lack of weather, if that's what she's after...
And the last one, snapped from the lighthouse itself over a small part of the inner harbor and outer skerries of Ona. When checking the negatives themselves it turns out that the three snaps posted here were taken in this very order on the film. That does not happen every day inside this place, just saying. All done on the rangefinder then, and with the same 35mm lens onto the same Kodak Tri-X film. And all developed using Kodak HC-110 developer. They were also sloppily scanned by me on some Epson scanner... as usual.
Well, I should go outside to have a look if yesterdays work payed off or if everything has been ruined at some point during the night.
I will be back, though. Quite soon, I hope! With more snaps to see, hopefully, and maybe a few words to go along with everything.