Sorting through the hundreds of photos I took during our week "on the road", is almost like doing the travel all over again. No words were needed among the two of us when we stopped at Jølstervatnet for this photo. We both had Nikolai Astrup's paintings fresh in our minds. Paradise for a landscape painter.
Fjords, farms, mountains, glaciers. God's palette was and is without limits. His playfulness when he paints the clouds is a neverending joy in my life.
A young film crew creating their own art, with their own palette of craziness.
My first travel to the western coast of Norway happened 53 years ago. My parents celebrated their wedding the 20th of July 1957 and then travelled to Sandane in Nordfjord to the farm where my grandmother Ragna Josefine was born. Nine months later I was born (back home in Trondheim)
My parents have been in The House in the Woods twice for dinner this week. I can't stop asking them for stories from their honeymoon.
The western coast of Norway. I was conceived here. I have never lived here. I want to come back, again and again. For its beauty.
Terje is up now. It is soon time for breakfast in The Blue Garden. Then I hope to spend the day searching for words. For a West of the Moon, East of the Sun tale.
Words. A Travel Tale. A Book. It sounds so easy when I think of it. So easy when I read what others are writing. The words are there, inside me. Somewhere.
Have a lovely Sunday.
.....and let me know if there is a western coast tale you want to hear more about.
By the way, tomorrow I plan to tell you more about the Norwegian painter Nikolai Astup, and also a great story about his wife Engel.
See you then!
