Posts Tagged ‘Halsnoy Kloster’

Happy Hauntings…

Wednesday, October 31st, 2012

From the series Disappearances, at Halsnoy Kloster.

Keeping up with a young islander

Monday, September 10th, 2012

“Miriam, where’s the road? It’s getting a bit dark.”
“Um… I’m not sure…”

Guided by a wise & spirited 11-year-old girl, along the coast of Norway’s Halsnoy Island, the four of us, travelers from four different countries, ran, jumped and slipped along the rocks last night. Miriam’s playground.

“It’s more fun if you jump!” she says as she bounces away.

Tagging along with Brijesh Patel

Monday, September 3rd, 2012

Or was he tagging along with me? When you travel with a photographer, you get photographed a lot. At least, if you travel with me you do. In this case, I was in residency and exploring a new place with another photographer, Brijesh Patel.

Tomorrow morning I’m returning to to the Halsnoy Kloster in Norway for a joint exhibition with Brijesh, of the work we each did there last year. It just occurred to me to collect all the photos I had taken of him and see what that might look like as a portrait.

Brij up close in the forest

Brij far away on a hill

Brij in the study, with a frozen Jonathan Livingston.

Brij and dog that wants to bite me

Brij in the tall grass, waiting for me to get out of his shot

One night in the green room

Saturday, October 29th, 2011

“The timeless communicating to the time-bound.”

This photo is part of a series that I’m editing, taken during my residency at the Halsnoy Kloster, and today it makes me think of this sentence above, by Steven Pressfield and inspired by William Blake, in The War of Art.

Sleepless in Sunnhordland

Thursday, September 8th, 2011

What do you do with yourself when you are alone?

I am alone tonight in a big house, built in 1841 with stones dating from 1300. My three-week residency has 1/3 passed and Brijesh, the other photographer in this amazing place with me, is in London today for a shoot.

Everyone asks if this place is haunted. Everyone. Honestly, I hesitate to write that “h” word. It is absolutely not. It’s such a lovely, big, warm, friendly house, but my imagination is running away with itself. Because I’m alone late at night in a house everyone thinks is haunted!

It’s not, it’s not, it’s just not.

And it’s silly, but I’ll wait until tomorrow, during the bright daylight, to go into the basement darkroom with the old stone floor, to make my prints. Even though I cut myself off from horror movies several years ago, the ones I’ve already seen are burned on my brain.

Looking at the Kloster Fjord from Halsnoy Kloster monastery tonight

Halsnøy Kloster, 6:57pm

Tuesday, September 6th, 2011

Strange, I think that’s what time I was born. Anyway.

The light was fleeting and wonderfully unpredictable on the Kloster Fjord tonight when the ferry from Liervik came through.

Halsnøy Kloster, 8:20pm

Saturday, September 3rd, 2011

First night in the Halsnøy Kloster. I’m here doing a 3-week residency on an island at the southern end of the Hardanger Fjord, between the mainland and the island of Stord. It’s so wonderfully quiet, except when the cows are hungry.