My Saturday morning walk took me to an area of the city where I seldom walk. Old wooden houses combined with a few grand old ones and many concrete quite ugly buildings from the 1970ies. A camera can chose what to shot and you know my favorites - wood, flowers, gardens, blue.......
Old houses have stories to tell. So many stories.
This white and blue house must have been a stable, probably with a flat on top. Children playing in the stable, a young boy proudly showing his girl the horses, hard work, happy days. Good to be anmong the animals during the strength of winter, a place to hide for the warm summer sun.
Close by is a bigger house where I went to music playschool as a toddler.I still have the book I got, worn now, filled with memories. A few years later I came back to the same building to play the piano in a student concert. I was the youngest one and therefore the first one to play. Oh my, was I nervous.....
Generations must have lived and loved here. I wish the walls could tell their stories. At our cabin Terje and I are reading aloud books froma local late writer, kristian Kristiansen. Many of his books are from this part of Trondheim, Kalvskinnet. The tales of life lived are greatly captured by his pen.
Another grand house, the Norwegian Biodiversity Information Center. I have never been inside this house and have bo idea of its history.
My walk continues, and soon I pass an old house with a very sad story, the old prison, "The Slavery"
My walk is coming to an end. It is time for a cappuccino, a visit in one of Trondheim's bookstores, and then may be visit a park before going home to make lunch.
But that's another story.
Text and images Britt Arnhild Wigum Lindland