My first book

I am sorry I haven't published for a long time, but I have finished my first book. It is a history book about traditional fishing boats in northern Norway. And "draugen" which I have written about in Troublesome Darkness earlier. For now it is only in Norwegian, perhaps we are going to translate it to …

Hunting the Morning Light

I get out of bed and find something to wear. It is half past four in the morning, perhaps I had a nightmare. Some places sky is clear; I know I won’t sleep so I heat some water for tea. My two cats are asking for food, I find some more clothes. Tea is ready; …

A Boat is placed on Land

My grandfather was a fisherman. He owned several boats. One of them had the name “Liljen” which means the Lilly, a beautiful boat, all his children loved it. Boats often get a special position in fishing families and my mother and her siblings were proud of this boat. Accidently it was hit of another boat …

A House by the Sea

When I grew up I always dreamt about a house by the sea. If I ever should buy myself a house, it should be with the wide ocean right in front of it. Behind the house there would be mountains. The best place, I thought, would be Lofoten. Not so far from where I grew …

Driving through Iceland with Asgeir

When I arrived in Iceland for the first time, I was surprised. The light, all the sounds from birds, and the flowers – it was all well known. It was like coming home to northern Norway. But there was also more, something new, something unknown. Most spectacular was of course the strange boiling pits stinking …

Polarheltinner og polar litteratur

Jeg leste Kappløpet av Kåre Holt, det må ha vært på videregående. Ble sugd inn i fortellingen, stormleste om Amundsen, om Hjalmar Johansen, overvintringen, Scott, liv og død i den store hvite verdenen Antarktis. Jeg var lamslått og svett. Boka gir fortsatt gjenklang. Etter det var det litt sporadisk med polarlitteratur, men jeg fulgte med …

Et stille lys om morgenen

Morgenstillhet. Alle i huset sover. Jeg har bråvåknet av noe, en drøm kanskje. Min kjære puster rolig ved siden av. Jeg kjenner den tvingende bevegelsen i kroppen – opp - opp. Det er bare å følge den, til badet, til kjøkkenet, kikke ut av vinduet. Lyset lurer over fjellkanten, dette kommer til å bli vakkert. …

Me and the Holy Mountain

In an area where the amount of mountains is overwhelming it can’t be a surprise that they play an important role in our lives. The city of Tromsø is surrounded by mountains, and one of them plays a particular role. It is called Tromsdalstinden. Tind means peak, and it is one of the biggest with …

Explore the Arctic Coast

I love these small houses along the coastline, often red or with traces of red. The oldest ones have no paint at all. And they are not all the same. Some places in Norway there is sort of a common style and architecture, but not in northern Norway. The main reason can be the Second …

“Cool and the Gang”

Min båtbygger er morragretten. Det er bare å la han i fred. Først etter frokost, kaffe, tannpuss pluss pluss, og en bitteliten sykkeltur bort til Båtskottet begynner håpet (les humøret) å stige. Et munnhell i Båtskottet er at han kvikner til etter morra-andakten. Det vil si rundt halv ni. Da er det en jevn stigning …