vol. 4:
A birthday becomes us
(Norway, Feb 2016)
A tight knitted warmth:
sweet hug before unspooling
far around the globe ;;
// Fulton Station
// New York City, NY, USA
Tromsø sits swaddled —
somewhere north of the Arctic
— in snow and magic.
// miles above Tromsø, Norway
// Photo credit b August
21:15 :: Waiting for the Lights
// On a frozen lake outside Tromsø, Norway
// Photo credit b August
22:59 :: The Lights
// On a frozen lake outside Tromsø, Norway
// Photo credit b August
23:50 :: The Lights
// A whole other mountain outside Tromsø, Norway
// Photo credit b August
Came to Norway ;; all I got was USonian propaganda.
// The Best Souvenir Shop In Town, Tromsø, Norway
// Tromsø, Norway
// Photo credit (flake) b August
The bus driver, aged
by thirty years carting those
trying tourists, sighs.
:: On the bus back to the airport in Tromsø
Iconography of Bergen ;;
// Bergen, Norway
// Photo credit (child) b August
They don’t allow you to have bees in here.
// Fløibanen, above Bergen, Norway
Mt Fløyen, where Bergen dissolves ;;
// Mt Fløyen, Bergen, Norway
Ceci n’est pas un signe.
// Mt Fløyen, Bergen, Norway
Approaching the summit
// Mt Fløyen, Bergen, Norway
// Video credit b August
b is apparently a genius Mario Kart racer.
// No Stress, Bergen, Norway
// Photo credit and bragging rights b August
// NSB Train, Bergen - Oslo, Norway
// Photo credit b August
// Vigelandsanlegget, Frognerparken, Oslo, Norway
Flying out of night into evening ;;
Home ;;
// Above the Atlantic && Long Island
Welcome to Norway,
land of trolls, land of all things
leading you astray.
We cried eating the
best burgers we’d ever had //
milk shakes ;; birthday beats
// Døgnvill Burger Tjuvholmen, Oslo, Norway
Waiting for the Lights to show we realized our mistake
that we’d left the toe warmers you gave us for Christmas
still packed in our suitcases still warm
stuffed under the hotel bed so we let our feet freeze
in our boots packing snow across the frozen surface of a lake
Sara our honest puck guide assured us
was the best place to spot her the Selfish Lady Lights
we waited for hours without luck just the moon
unbuckling Orion’s belt my toes unbuttoning
themselves and then soft – look
a green haze crashing waves over the mountains above us
the whole sky was dancing and Sara tugged us by the glove
up a whole other mountain to see the green
light up the ice and trees below us
:: Northern Lights in Tromsø
21:30 :: Waiting for the Lights
// On a frozen lake outside Tromsø, Norway
// Photo credit b August
23:45 :: The Lights
// A whole other mountain outside Tromsø, Norway
// Photo credit b August
Save yourselves.
// The Best Souvenir Shop In Town, Tromsø, Norway
// Risø Mat & Kaffebar, Tromsø, Norway
// Photo credit b August
What will you do in Bergen?
No plans yet.
You will go to the harbor, you will see the fish market.
Because everyone does // and you should too.
// Above Bergen, Norway
// Photo credit b August
All is not well in Bergen.
A tunnel through the
spaces that now run between
our ascendant selves
// Fløibanen (Sentrum/City), Bergen, Norway
// Text by A. Cavitt Brunell
// Mt Fløyen, Bergen, Norway
// Photo credit b August
In snow-blown woods, watched
by trolls, we leave footprints deep
in fairytale mulch.
// Mt Fløyen, Bergen, Norway
// Photo credit (waterfall, Dash) b August
The walk through fairy-
tale mountain, hazel-white, where
I learned to let go
// Mt Fløyen, Bergen, Norway
// Photo and text credit A. Cavitt Brunell
// NSB Train, Bergen - Oslo, Norway
// Photo credit (lake, wooded mountains) b August
b — sheltered deep in the window seat snapping shots of birches blurring across the lines of straighter darker trees — gets quiet && then asks, Why are they watching?
// NSB Train, Bergen - Oslo, Norway
// Photo credit b August
// Vigelandsanlegget, Frognerparken, Oslo, Norway
