My place

I`ve got "my own place" somewhere outside town. It`s nice to disappear to sometimes.
Well, actually it`s not mine. but I like to think it is.
On my way down from the road, I pass an old stonefence. And some rusty, German barbed wire from the Second World War.
Old history that shouts to get my attention, but does not make it.

Down at the fjord it`s time to sit down. Relax. Look at the sea.
On a seabird who is warming itself in the springweather.
In springtime there`s a lot of life in the sea. Whales, dolphins...
This time I can`t see much of it. Except this seabird and some others.
And the waves moving in a calm Saturday pace.

And in my videopage I have made a film about the sea again(Titel: "Varangerfjorden in April 2006").