Text and images Britt-Arnhild Wigum Lindland
All of a sudden I got almost too much of it.
Time for walking.
Finding tracks in my city almost unknown to me. Finding paths in my mind I didn't know about.
For every step I lean on His words; seek, and you shall find
Memories from Syria and another walk in prayers:
My travel diary follows me everywhere when I travel. In Syria it was a black Moleskin, right pages for writing, left pages for photos, tickets, recipes and so on. On the last morning I sat outside my hotel room in the fairy tale hotel, trying to write down a few impressions.
And what about this one? The photo alone say nothing about a stop along the road because of stomack problems in the group, me out with my camera, a truck driver ready to leave saw me, gave me his most wonderful smile and with his hands told me that he wanted me to take his photo. Sweet memory from the blink of an eye.