Britt-Arnhild's House in the Woods

In my Studio

Images my MacBook Pro
Words me

 I am having the flu´, or a head cold, or whatever. Stayed home from work Monday and Tuesday. Felt better on Wednesday and went downtown to work for a few hours. Which I shouldn´t have done. Fever came back, and also the joint pains.

So I am back home again.

 

Spending time in the sofa with books.

Spending time in my studio, writing.

 

Spending time in healing silence. Or with music. Brahms: Ein Deutsches Requiem with Wiener Philharmoniker.  Fauré: Requiem with Cambridge Singers and Members of the City of London Sinfonia, Fauré: Requiem with Academy of St.Martin in the Fields. Vivaldi: Stabat Mater with Andreas Scholl, Ensemble 425 and Chiara Banchini

 

Much of the writing has been emails to world wide friends. Even connecting a few world wide friends together, watching them agree on meeting dates around the world.

 

Since I have enough time at hand, something happened which I have never experienced before. My mailbox became empty. I had replied to every single email.

While waiting for new emails to come in, I started to play with my studio companion, my MacBook Pro. Found Photo Booth......and was lost in playing: 

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I don´t look very happy, do I?

I guess I was too concentrate figuring out this new toy.

Next time there will be more smiles. More laughter.

Promise.

 

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Finished Philip Roth´s nemesis, a birthday gift from oldest son, amazing book.
Started Ransom Riggs Miss Peregrine´s Home for Peculiar Children. I bpight this book for Marta for Christmas, she went back to the bookshop and traded it for a Justin Bieber biography. Then I went to the bookshop and bought the book for myself :-)

It is a gem. A funny gem.
And spooky. Very spooky. 

Self Portraits through Windows

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If I remember correctly, my first self portrait here in the House in the Woods, was from August 2007, photographed in southern Italy. 

Through a beautiful mirror. While I ran to follow the friends I travelled with. We were in Ravello and wanted to visit Villa Cimbrone before closing time. We did not make it, but not because of my self portrait. 

Since then there has been many more. Self portraits I mean. A few through mirrors, many as window reflections.

From around the world. Close. Far away.

Yesterday I had decided to go skiing with Terje.

When I woke up to a bright, warm sun, I would rather go downtown searching for signs of spring.

 

One of us love winter.

The other love spring.

I did find a few signs.

Like the very first snowdrops.

 A warming sun.

 

But most of all I found a city dirty after a long, snowfilled winter.

 

Window photographing became the solution.

 

Until I walked down to the canal.......

....but that´s for another day.