Car

Car
Originally uploaded by Martin Kristiansen

Driving the blue

make it go away

Radio loud

Darkness safe

On the Savage road

Pat Savage has a preview of his latest film ready to watch: A Bikers Lifestyle... The Savage Roads "Arctic Viking Roads". You may see the video here.

Intervjuet med Pat finner du litt lenger ned på siden. Innlegget med tittelen "Kval, blues og raketter på Discovery-TV" ble laget da Pat kom av Andfjordferga sent i sommer.

De delene av filmen som er fra Andøya og Andenes ligger tre fjerdedeler ut i filmen. Hele filmen er på 23 minutter og viser turen på Harley ned fra Kirkenes, innom Macks ølbryggeri i Tromsø og videre ned til Harleytreffet i Ballangen.

Savage ser ut til å ha forelsket seg i Andøy, eller andværingene har forelsket seg i ham. Nå har han spilt flere ganger her ute, både på Teria og Havnehuset. I følge turnelista spiller han på Havnehuset igjen i slutten av januar.

Healthy breakfast

A breakfast should always be healthy

- to the soul

I have

black coffee
olives
cigars

in bed

tonight is Christmas Eve

Dead sea eagle

Dead sea eagle,
originally uploaded by Martin Kristiansen.

Dead sea eagle (Haliaeetus albicilla) on the shore. One, maybe two, bleeding wound. I think it might be a gunshot wound. It's a pitty such a nice bird. Think will deliver it to the sheriff over to Christmas, so they can have it examined.

It's mate flew above me several times while I were photographing. It ducked, as to see what I was doing.

At the Salvation Army

Community singing,
originally uploaded by Martin Kristiansen.

I were at the Salvation Army this evening. They have been delivering boxes with food to people. 20 families in my municipality and 10 in the neighbor city.

One like to believe that know one in Norway need this kind of help. Usually the government give you support. Well enough to survive. Food, rent, clothes. The basic needs will be covered. It's not a life in luxury, but you'll survive.

The soldiers told me that help is most needed in families with a drug problem. Some drunkards also need help, but they were not so demanding as the drug addicts. Some unemployed immigrants also needed support, and a very few new-poor families.

This is Norway. This is how we are.

Liberty

LIberty,
originally uploaded by Martin Kristiansen.

The liberty of having a really hot, red neck pre-christmas party. looks like some one at the air base gonna be really drunk tonight.

Our church

churc,
originally uploaded by Martin Kristiansen.

Our church. My church? I was baptized there, but never confirmed. This strange rite de passage. This strange ritual to make you step in to the adult world. Well I've never grown up.

Letter of resignation

I quite my job today. Wrote a letter of resignation to my employer this Sunday evening.

It's time to start living again.

I'm gonna work as an independent photographer. It shall not be easy. But neither will it be boring.

Christmas tree

tree,
originally uploaded by Martin Kristiansen.

In progress.

8 days
a week.

Never
enough time.

This is it.

9 days til Christmas Eve.

Guiding star

star,
originally uploaded by Martin Kristiansen.

My guiding star. My polar star.My north star. For other's it's just a Christmas star. For me it is hope. Like a treasure hidden up north. Now I have moved up north again. Still it represents hope to me.

Ord møter pensel

"Ord møter pensel" er et møte med og mellom Siv`s malerier og Marianne`s ord.

Utstillere i november er billedkunstner Siv Johansen fra Hadsel og frilansjournalist og poet Marianne Lovise Strand fra Sortland. Den dyktige unge musikeren Peer Nic. Gundersen fra Sortland spiller og synger på åpningen, og opplesning av dikt skal det også bli.

Dette bildet ble mitt.

Mahlas art

Mahla - Maren Bremnes stilte ut fotografier i fyret på Andenes.

Dette bildet ble mitt.

Me and Linn

Meg og Linn,
originally uploaded by Martin Kristiansen.

Of all my photos, this might be the one I like the most.

Me and Linn where inseparables. At least until the army ordered her father to serve in another part of the country.

We were always on the run. There were things to discover, dismantle or repair. We were four year's old, and the world was one big adventure.

Retro room

Retro room,
originally uploaded
by Martin Kristiansen.

Or should I say Red Room? Not possessed though...

the red lampe's a bit scary. I'll admit that.

Not my furniture, luckily. It followed the house. Many things have not been removed or redecorated since the house were built in the early seventy's. The dining room is definitively genuine.

Me and the world champion (at work)

megogole,
originally uploaded
by Martin Kristiansen.

Biathlon world champion to the right. Local heavy weight beer champion to the left.

Ole Einar Bjørndalen on sponsor tour at Sortland. Playing with the kids. Competing with laser rifles. The pictures can be seen in this album.

Of course I had to get a photography with me and the champion . He has won five Olympic Gold medals (more than anyone in biathlon), and nine World Championship gold medals. In addition, he has a record 74 individual Biathlon World Cup victories. Ole Einar became the first biathlete ever to win a FIS Cross Country World Cup race, in Gällivare, Sweden in 2006.

Lubitel

Rotet frem min gamle Lubitel. 14 år siden den ble brukt sist. Fant frem noen ruller like gammel 120-film. Efke, for det meste. Svart-hvit. Noen ruller Velvia slides. Har kjøpt fremkaller Kodak D-76 en gammel klassiker, men kanskje den blir for hard for Ekfe-filmen? Får se neste helg. Da blir det fremkalling. Burde vel egentlig kjøre på med Velvia og fange høstfarger, men det er så greit med sh-film og ta fremkallinga selv.

Sunday

Walked the moors in the afternoon. Only light rain. haven't been there in many years. Smelled delicious of autumn leaves. Returned at dusk.

That was one week with blogging. Wondered whether I managed. I it was hard ;-) It will probably be some time for my next blog post.

På daukvalkikking på Bleiksstranda

Når kvalbåtene er fullbestilt og været setter en stopper for aktiviteten er det jaggu bra det ligger et kvalkadaver lett tilgjengelig.

Marjan og Darja fra Slovenia virker ikke helt overbevist. Helst skulle de vært ute med kvalbåtene og sett levende kval. Dårlig vær ene dagen og fullbestilte båter den neste satte en stopper for det.

– Kanskje vi kan prøve på Stø? foreslår Marjan, men virker ikke helt overbevist. Det var nå her de ville være med. Jeg treffer det slovenske paret innerst inne på Bleiksstranda.

Kvalstanken
– Har dere sett en død kval her? spør jeg dem. Høvelig nysgjerrige henger de seg på i letinga etter kvalkadaveret. Etterhvert går det opp for meg at vi er i feil ende av stranda. På veien treffer jeg en syklende Bleiksværing. Han kjente kvalstanken i helga og peker raskt ut kadaveret.

Midt i bukta nedenfor kirkegården ligger det. Ei rød trosse og noen tonn med illeluktende spekk. Kvalen ser altså ut til å ha hatt landkjenning tidligere. Nå er det nok håpløst å slepe den noe sted. Kanskje den kan tjene som reservedelskval for dem som har bruk for det? eller som alternativ safari for værfaste turister?

– Er det en spermasettkval? Hva døde den av? Hvorfor ligger den her? spør Darja Stefanisin — uten å få svar.

– Vi hadde lyst til å dra på kvalsafari i dag, men det var avlyst på grunn av været. I morgen er det fullbestilt og i overmorgen må vi dra hjem igjen, sier hun tydelig skuffet.

– Vi skal i alle fall få med oss lundefuglsafarien, mener Marjan Artnak. Han er hobbyfotograf og ivrig medlem i fotoklubben hjemme i Kochevje.

– Jeg har sett så mange havørn her. Det er veldig morsomt å fotografere her. Hjemme er ørna veldig sky og det er nesten umulig å komme på fotohold. Her har jeg fått mange gode bilder.

– Så så vi elg på Bleik i går kveld. Det ble det fine bilder av, legger han til.

Lyric Saturday (annother day)

I'm off to a poetry reading. Covering it for the paper. No expectations - good at least. The gay is a Christian and school teacher. He will also blow the flute - recorder. I hate that instrument. It's the Norwegian school instrument. You have to play it from 3th grade. The sound of 24 children blowing like madmen in this torture instrument are unbearable.

My kind of poetry are more like voluptuous, inductile, nerve itching, dirty words filled with angst and anguish. Found in poets as Charles Bukowski, Jens Bjørneboe, Jakob Sande or the the old Norse Edda-poems. Not to mention Jon Fosse. Which is not a poet, but theater dramatist. I read his novels as lyrics descriptions of life itself. Lou Reed and the Velvet Undergrounds, which I listen to right now, do also touch this nerve - as in Venus in Furs.

Well. They were done when I came. Then I have the weekend off :)

Lost friday (another day)

Lost because I fall asleep before 2100. Grabbed three beers with the editor after work. Thought about going out and have some more beers after dinner, but my little rest on the sofa were the end of that day.

Even though the day started out good. Woke up to an email identifying Wednesdays monster:

Lars Ove Hansen at the Norwegian National Center for Insect Diversity recognized our monster as a Hawk-moth. Then it turned from monster to sweet big, little butterfly.

Facts in Norwegian:
Vindelsvermer

Facts in English:
Hawk-moth