Temporarily exiled to another office this morning while the lock on my door was being repaired, it did cross my mind that my colleague Mirka has a bowl of remarkably extensive foliage on her desk.
You know this game? You have to create loops of one colour or the other to win? Well, never mind. It passed the time during the usual Sunday afternoon in the pub.
Incidentally, a numerological curiosity. Day 444 of this blog falls on 11/11, and as of today I have 111 followers. This doesn’t mean anything, it just appeals to a certain sense of neatness.
Screw technical or aesthetic quality, if there was ever a photo which encapsulated a day this is it – I was supposed to be on this 13.35 flight to Copenhagen but as you can see it was cancelled, and seven hours later – eight-and-a-half hours after I arrived – I’m still here in Bergen airport. What a jævla drittsekk of a day. (Translate it if you want.)
Pictured in the Hole in the Wall pub, at the stub end of another week. Is it the end of term yet?
Haven’t been feeling very inspired lately but a few moments of good light in a grey day, a lot of cropping and going monochrome raise the interest here. This is one of the University’s more laid-back corners, a café located in what, about 100 years ago, was the main campus library.
Tattoo, stage 2. It’s still not finished. It’ll be worth the pain, that’s what I keep telling myself.
I’m a very nosy person, which is, I guess, one reason why I like photography. Invite me into your house and within a few minutes I’ll be checking out your book collection. I love things like this, collections of knick-knacks on shelves. Most of all I love the fact that my colleague Yevgeny, who is in his mid-50s , something of a Soviet era throwback and a very big wheel in UNESCO, has on his office shelf, amongst the dramatic photos and plaques inscribed in beautiful old Cyrillic script, a stuffed toy version of what appears to be Emile, the fat greedy rat from Ratatouille. Brilliant!
All bars are kind of different, aren’t they? Like people’s houses, different arrangements of basically the same ingredients but it all comes through into something original. The people who want to take all enjoyment out of drinking alcohol would rather there were no ‘public houses’ like this and we all just drank stuff bought in the supermarket, at home. Well, sod that. Where there’s life there will be pubs. Hell, we might even get the Railway back some day.
Spent the afternoon playing on the marble run with Joe, and when the light comes into our living room in the afternoon, it can be very fine.
Incidentally, I’d say it’s ‘his’ marble run, but I’d be lying. Actually, it’s mine.
Post-lunch pickings on the second day of the staff development workshop I have been running at the University of Bergen. The strawberries and pineapple slices have disappeared, the grapes are going down well but no one seems to be going for the lychees. This is the second disembodied hand of the week, I note.
Being 42 