I’ve spent all day in the great outdoors surrounded by water, marsh, trees and mosquitoes. The silence sooths my body and soul. We gave a grouse and her young a scare. I stepped in something a moose left behind. Walking in the meadows and marshes doesn’t remind me of the terror from last year. The meadows don’t remind me of the scare I got while walking in the grocery store after work suddenly realizing something dreadful just had happened not far away. The marsh doesn’t remind me of the startling experience of not getting through to a sibling on the phone in those minutes. The mosquitoes do not remind me of the horror flashing by on the TV-screen the days that followed, a horror greater than any I have ever seen in any movie production: the 22nd of July 2011 in Norway.
I’ve dreaded this day. All day I’ve tried to escape from the date. A whole year has gone since the massacre that killed 69 on an island and the bombing that killed another 8 in Oslo. The light summer night fell on a nation dreading having lost an estimated 20 or so. The same nation woke up to a shocking estimate of 80. The nation was wounded and the people were mourning. The streets went gray and the people abandoned them. Night fell. The men in green came to protect, restrict and limit damage. Later, when day broke again and the people came to claim their city back, they were cautious. They came back in couples and in groups. They came together. They needed each other and comforted each other. The people brought flowers to claim their city back. The flowers grew stronger and greater, and before Oslo Cathedral the colors were the brightest. The growing ocean of flowers was nourished by the people. The flowers spread. The cold gray fences surrounding the bombed area where clad in flowers. In the weeks that came the air became sweet and heavy and the city was covered by petals. It was sorrowful, yet beautiful. The flowers colored the nation and today the nation is being clad in flowers again. Norway is healing.
I didn’t loose anyone. I wasn’t hurt. I was lucky. I know people who lost someone, I know people who for hours feared they had lost someone. I’ve walked in the streets with people who are happy to be alive, with bandages and scars to remind them of how close it was. I’ve been trying to escape the date all day, and while finding my picture of the day I realized I couldn’t ignore it. In Jyly 2011 the rose became a symbol of the people coming together, and a rose had to be today’s picture. While remembering last year and thinking of all those who have lost someone or had their life changed this one Friday afternoon in July last year, my heart goes out to those effected by the Denver shooting a Friday this July.
I showed you the cold weather in the far north east of Norway yesterday. A lush sunroom comes to the rescue.
Standing in Kirkenes, at 69°43′N 30°03′E, I could feel the cold north wind blowing in over Bøkfjorden, a branch of the Varanger Fjord which is connected to the Barents Sea. 6 ºC (or 43 ºF) is a rather cold summer temperature, even in the far northeast of Norway. In comparison, the temperature on Tuesday was more like 25 ºC (or 77 ºF). Good thing I brought warm clothes for my summer vacation.
I haven’t been eaten by bears. We didn’t go fishing either. I did, however, stumble upon a quite live grouse. She flew away before I got a flattering picture of her. On the way home I also saw the remnants of a mule used by German forces during WW2. So all in all the day has been quite exciting. I’m going to save those pictures for the gallery I’ll be making on Kirkenes when I get back home. In the meantime, here’s my postaday picture for today. It kind of matches yesterday’s picture of the day.
We’ve been staying in Kirkenes for some days now, in the far north east of Norway. We’ve spent a lot of time at the cabin in the woods doing maintenance and outdoor work. To get to the cabin you’ve got row across a lake after a mile or two hiking through the woods. In the winter you ski across the lake. I have been without the hustle and bustle of my city world for a while now, and the nature surroundings and silence are leaving a trail on my lens. I’ve made my set of postaday-rules and I try to follow them. Tomorrow we’re planning on going fishing. If I’m unlucky I might bring back a snapshot of a bear. Rumor has it there are quite a few of them in the area now. I’d love the shot and hate the encounter.