Silence has sourounded us in the northern swedish wilderned. We are lying by a lake in a small tent. Its midnight. Morten is reading a book in the light of a small lamp. The mosquitoes are humming a symphony outside. We are safe. A car passes in the distance. A reminder af the journey ahead of us. Tomorrow we will penetrate the polar circle.
30. jul. 2011
Why?
She was the kind of woman, Living in fear
The kind of woman that never let anyone near
She was always on the run looking for her soul
Trying to find a life to fill her black heart soul
She kept asking: Why why…. ouuoooo….
She kept asking: Why why…. ouuoooo….
She kept asking: Why why…. ouuoooo….
She kept asking: Why why…. ouuoo… ooooou….
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16.24.34
Stopping on the coast of the northen sea. Sounds of birds and a few passing cars. The sun is peeping through the clouds. To the left is a beautiful fjord with a single fishing boad. The water is light green where the sun is reflected and dark blue in the shadows. There are raw stone cliff islands in the distance with sparse green on them. Along the road ahead four sheep lay soaking up the sun. They are completly oblivius to the passing cars. They are the natives and we are the visiters. And so it is. We will start the car and leave.
08.08.2011
We are in Luba's house with a view of the barent sea. It is light all the time and our sleep cycle is all mixed up. It is now one o'clock and we are looking at the beautiful sky in nuances of blue, fading into the distant fjells in the horizon on the other side of the fjord. It is could out, but we are warm.
11.08.2011A yellow sleeping bag curls around JL in Karasjok. Morning swimming at the other end is early up Morten. They're both recovering from a night the local pub 'Kafe Pub', where the local cowboys called the shots.
(Check under Sound to hear the sound sketch for this:o))
16.24.34
Stopping on the coast of the northen sea. Sounds of birds and a few passing cars. The sun is peeping through the clouds. To the left is a beautiful fjord with a single fishing boad. The water is light green where the sun is reflected and dark blue in the shadows. There are raw stone cliff islands in the distance with sparse green on them. Along the road ahead four sheep lay soaking up the sun. They are completly oblivius to the passing cars. They are the natives and we are the visiters. And so it is. We will start the car and leave.
08.08.2011
We are in Luba's house with a view of the barent sea. It is light all the time and our sleep cycle is all mixed up. It is now one o'clock and we are looking at the beautiful sky in nuances of blue, fading into the distant fjells in the horizon on the other side of the fjord. It is could out, but we are warm.
11.08.2011A yellow sleeping bag curls around JL in Karasjok. Morning swimming at the other end is early up Morten. They're both recovering from a night the local pub 'Kafe Pub', where the local cowboys called the shots.
