Text and image Britt-Arnhild Wigum Lindland
I took a long walk this morning. A long solitary walk. Like I love to do on week-end mornings. First breakfast with Terje. Then he leaves for cross countru skiing, I for my city walk. Armed with camera, book, diary, pencils........
I love to be downtown early. Everything is quiet. A few people on their way to work, tourists from the Norwegian Costal Line here and there, my thoughts walking hand in hand with me.
I was the first to sit down in the cafe when it opened. A cappuccino. Writing a few letters.
Walking along.
Somewhere along the walk I realised I was gathering stories, photos and words for future blogpost. A basket full.
And deep, deep in my heart I knew that without blogging I will be lost.
Lost like this little beautiful babyshoe near the railway line.
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Thanks for all yourloving words and comments. I read every single one of them, though I feel quite bad not being able to write you back privately.
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A lost mitten in London a year ago:
I found this little part of the rainbow in Kensington Gardens. A small girl has cold fingers somewhere......
If you were to tell a story about this girl, once upon a time a little girl was walking in the park with........where would your story lead you?
