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Sunday, June 30, 2013

OSLO THROUGH MY LENS

I spent the last week in Oslo and I had an amazing time. It's not a very large city, but it's peaceful; there's an almost laid back air to it. I left with the impression of Oslo as a great place to live, even though it's currently the most expensive city in the world. 

It's a stunning city, as my photos will show. Enjoy.



This major shopping street welcomes me.


The Parliament building (plus what appears to be a lovely couple, free of charge).


Docked boats.


My favourite photo of the docks. I think it looks like a beautiful painting.


This weird egg-like thing with a face was just standing beside a museum...


One of the more expensive residential areas, around the docks.


A 'busy' intersection.


Frogner Park is one of the must-see places in Oslo. It has a beautiful landscape, and loads of naked sculptures like this one.


A tower of naked stone people reaches to the sky...


More stone, more bodies, another lovely couple.


The Opera building.
View from the grounds of the Opera building.


This floating glass structure...


On top of the world... or of the Opera building.


View from Opera building. I love the bright colours.

Friday, June 14, 2013

TO THE OTHER MAN

Image from here


Dear Other Man,

You will know it when she starts to tire of you. The light you now see in her eyes will grow dim. The intensity will drain from your conversations. She will seek you out less often. She will not stare into your soul as much. She won’t shake her head and do her little inner chuckle. You, you will be left feeling like a man slowly dying of thirst. And she will be the water tower, exalted far above your reach. I should know.

I have become background noise; the one-time hit now fading into nothingness. I’m that wallpaper you barely even notice. And you, you’re her Mona Lisa hanging in the spotlight. The mystery of your almost-smile has captured her. I can’t see your face but I know you’re there, enjoying every minute; because I’ve been where you are. 

Now, she hangs on to every word you say. You can see this, but that won’t stop her from telling you anyway. She will tell you how much she values your insight, how many times she read your last text message, how her heart races when she hears your voice on the phone. You will see the pleasure in her eyes every time she sees you; she won’t even try to hide it. She will hold your hand each time you cross a street together, letting your body shield hers, and you will know how it feels to be God. In the periods of measured silence between you, you will find yourself aching for her. You will call her. You will revel in her delight.

But as with all things that were once new, you will get old. Your stories will start to sag and fold in all the places that were once firm and tight; and you will be helpless, trying to prop them up, to plug the holes now appearing like those ‘Whack-a-Mole’ moles. She will come to know the end of every adventure story before you tell it. She will know of better ones and she will tell them, her eyes challenging you to top them, to do something to make her look. And with all your strength you will want to. You’d give your next breath to be able to. 

But you will see yourself losing her. That, dear current Shiny New Thing, will suck the air from your lungs. When you begin to fade from her sight, you will know how I feel. You will see it coming, and you will be unable to redeem yourself. And that, my friend, will kill you. I should know.

Sincerely,
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