Clocks

What could be a more appropriate end of year post?

Time keeps moving on, and we're actually entering a new decade. Insane! I feel younger, but wiser, than I did the same time last year.

It's been a rough but also good year for me. It did result in the birth of this blog, and I do not regret that.

Through the course of 2009 I became:
 More secure
 Wiser
 A better photographer
 More care free

In 2010 I will:
 Trust my instincts
 Love even more
 Take chances
 Learn from mistakes

Time changes, evolves and morphs. It moves in leaps and trough treacle. We can't help growing older, but we can do something meaningful while time takes its toll.

As the seconds move.

My Bloggy Year

Started in May. I was all about journeys, and still am.

I continued in June. Wrote about my love for the surreal. About my home, how it looks inside, how it looks outside, and the area I live in. My love for photography had a jump, and I dreamt about Paris.

In July I spent some time in the country and in Dad in laws garden. Big Man and I went to Paris. It was like a dream. In white. And in eyeballs.

In August I went to Oslo. I expressed my love for rocks, and the beach. I blogged about food. And my kitchen. I made hard choices and showed you some of Stavanger.

September was all about Blog Camp. And magic. About my house, and lazy sundays. And it was the month I really found out that I'm a blogger.

In October I celebrated number 100. I went lobster fishing, I flew helicopters, I had a baby that resulted in a banner. I wrote about food, I made food and blogged about my relationship to things.

I was out in the autumn rain, and light.

November I got nominated. And it is true that that alone is an honour. I discovered the delights of a 50mm lens. And I worked and took photos. And rolled in som dark melancholy.

In Desember it felt like life was racing away from me. But I got to go to Copenhagen, COP 15 and Julochkas. And Christmas was magical.

Wordless Wednesday: Typograffiti

Living the Dream

Just had to share. My parents are having a well deserved break in Australia doing conservation work. And in the sea round Montague Island they got to swim with seals. Looks magical. And Mum said it was.

They are blogging about their life journey on Two Buckles Go Bush. More inspiring stuff there.

The Night Before the Night

Lille Julaften. Little Chrismas Eve. Little man is tucked up in bed. All presents are done, but not wrapped. Who cares, I'll do some tomorrow. Now, a glass of wine, some fenalår (salted dried lamb), some blissfull peace and the knowledge that I don't have to go to work untill next monday.