This New Life

            My life is changing, and maybe it would've been more fitting to start a new blog instead of continuing here. This is/was my photo-blog, and although there will be pictures here in the future as well, there will also be some thoughts around starting over, moving out and into the single-life after so many years.
Everything changes of course, and I like that, so here I'll try to list mostly the positive side of "This New Life". Those who know me well also know where they can find my darker side...
Even my computer is spanking new! I'm not even sure I can find the pictures I wanted to start with. Well, anyway, tomorrow I'll be at "My New House", but only to look at the mess that was supposed to be ready for me to move in to. This summer's torrential rains and tempests did damage to the roof. Which was a real bummer as the repairs from  previous water-damages were just completed. Oh well, no matter how much I bitch, moan and stomp my foot my moving in is postponed for at least ten days. Thank God for friends and their offers of beds, couches and what have you!

Now I'll go look for those pictures..... and they're not where I thought they would be, so that's for the next post then.

Re-starting...again.

Ofcourse there should have been a re-cap of the past year..But why really? It was a long year, at least to me. So much happened, maybe more on the inside then anywhere else, but still...
Well, a short re-cap is maybe still do-able

Paris is how I remember the start of the past year, which is wrong because I was there just before 2011 ended. All that walking, all those photos! I felt transformed coming home, and was happily surprised that what I've captured turned out as good as it did.

Paris morning

Karen's early favourite.

Then dearest Karen boosted my low self-esteem stating that my pictures were good enough to sell, indeed she wanted to buy some herself!
The rest isn't exactly history, but it started there, the ball's rolling albeit very slowly.

Karen figured all through that spring and summer. We had so much fun, and so much in common, and then her visit to Sweden, and our trip to St. Petersburg, Russia. A very good year, and the plans were laid for so much more to come...

St. Petersburg compressed.

The autumn and winter-months seem to have passed by so quickly. I'm not complaining, just can't see where they went. Pain and sorrow have opened me up to new things to care for. I can look at sorrow and horror alike without breaking down any more. I can fall asleep after an evening of horrible news on my computer, knowing that I do what I can, and that it just have to be enough.

What I haven't done yet, is to take that camera and go out recording like I used to. I don't have peace maybe, not yet. My focus is blurred, and I have a hard time getting my work done. Worrying, as that exhibition-date is creeping closer, quickly!

Oh well, I'll make it, I usually do.
So, now..I can see that this dismal post needs some illustrations. Probably some proof-reading too, but there's where I draw the line!