Leaving Selje, the island Selja and Amdam's gallery it was still less than two days since we left home, and we were to be away for a week.
A couple of hours in the car and one ferry - and we were in Sandane, the village where my grandma Ragna Josefine was born. I have relatives there still, and a cousin of my father had invited us to afternoon coffee in her garden. "Nice" you might say. "GLORIOUS!" I reply. Cousin Eli is a garden designer, and she has the most beautiful, charming, colourful garden I have ever seen.
I took a few photos, then we all sat down to enjoy fresh berries from the garden. Marta and her friend peeked around every corner to take the most fanciful photos while I waited patiently. I would take my photos when they were finished. Suddenly the girls came back to us - the cameras of both the girls had empty batteries, and my camera which Marta was borrowing refused to focus. We tried everything, but the camera was stubborn. I think it understood that this garden was something I had to see with my heart, not through a lense.
But Marta is generous, and still saving for her own digital camera, so here are a few of her shoots: