
Sunday, August 30, 2009
10. Landscape with dead woolly mammoth.

Monday, August 24, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
8. No new news.

Saturday, August 8, 2009
7. Saluting the frisbee.

Friday, August 7, 2009
6. Ratatat.

And just so it's mentioned - no dead bodies were found at the festival. As far as I know...
Thursday, August 6, 2009
5. Entrance.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009
4. Crows conversing.

A few years ago, on my way home from a long night of Playstation-worship - GTA being the gospel of choice - I came across one of these gatherings. I heard weird noises first, cawing I suppose, before all went silent, and I saw them. There were tall trees on both sides of the street, and their spring-naked branches were filled with crows.
All staring at me.
As I walked past them, their eyes, occasionally glinting in the street-lights, followed me. And when I looked back, before rounding a corner, they were still staring in my direction. I can still dig up the creepy feeling of hundreds of crow-stares between my shoulder-blades, any time. Like now. And I'm pretty sure I interrupted something important that morning... So, if crows suddenly take over the world, I won't be the least surprised.
Monday, August 3, 2009
3. The death of the birds.

On Friday, the tanker Full City wrecked outside Langesund in Telemark, and its oil-spill is moving along the coast of Southern Norway like an ugly, dirty, gigantic monster. Thousands of beautiful beaches, fjords and islands are threatened by the man-drilled creature - helpless birds dying slowly in its wake.
As usual, instead of adressing the real problem, the authorities charge the captain. What we need is alternative fuel, you lazy bastards! As a country, we're richer than most because of the oil, so we have a special duty to do something here!
Man, I should've been king...
Saturday, August 1, 2009
2. Conversing with crows.

If only our planet's many endangered species could learn a few words. For most of the big ones, "Please don't shoot!" would do nicely.
1. Departure.

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