Me & my camera.

So I've taken that step, the one I have been pondering about for a while, and started my own little photography practice. Every compliment I have received about my photos, either here on the blog, on instagram or in real life, has been saved within, and combined with this love I have for photography, it was easy. I decided to jump. I am now BYGDEFOTOGRAFEN. Yes. Translated from Norwegian it means something like the country photographer or maybe the village photographer.
It's my dream life: on the road, traveling between people and places, me and my camera.
So far I've already had some jobs and more are awaiting, so it's all very exciting for me. And there's even more plans in the making, but they are for later… Sometimes everything just opens up and you have to grab that chance, go for it.
So anyway, if you are interested, you are more than welcome to visit my website over at www.bygdefotografen.no, and if you're not too far away and want me to take pictures for you, I will!

Stills from project, part II.

My friend Henriette and I are still working on our little project.

This guy.

When I hold him, and point towards a shining light, and say lys (light), he looks up and repeats: ysssssss. 
If my heart was made of ice, it would melt.
(Luckily though, it's not! It's warm and fuzzy and bursting with love.)
This guy is, objectively, the cutest there is. Right?

The waiting game.

Weekend mornings.

Even though we are home full time and usually not in any rush to go anywhere in the morning, we still separate between weekends and "normal" days. One of the differences is that on weekend mornings, stretching out on the sofa with a good film after breakfast is fine. Like today, watching a nature documentary while the day slowy grew lighter outside, the fire lit and Daddy snoring upstairs. A lovely weekend morning.

Beat.

Being ten months old can really wear out the best of us.

Simplicity.

This is what you need for complete happiness:
a thermos with something warm to drink, a bonfire and something edible to grill on it, good friends and warm clothes. Oh, and nature. Always nature.
Simple as that.

Ps. If you've read this blog for a good long while, you might recognize the setting of these pictures: Yes, we used to live here!
Here is a post from the early days of the blog (or look to the left and find the archive).

On a Sunday afternoon // Walking with Freja.

Lucky us, who can walk out our front door and into an exciting world of animals, sounds and smells, that we can be so close to the cycle of life and learn from it, every day.
Yesterday Mr. Brutus aka Daddy Sheep, was let in with the ewes (mama sheep) to again live days of fulfillment and joy - and hopefully to give life to many perfect little lambs come spring.
Freja and I went out for a wander around the farm in the afternoon light, and again I felt like pinching myself for this privilege that is my life. Love!

Love.

Sneak peak.

A very good friend and myself are working on a little something these days, and it's so much fun. I love little projects with good people. So inspiring!

Oh buttery goodness.

(the title of this post is a comment made by the beautiful beehousehives on instagram - she wrote that under one of these photos of Falk, and I love how it describes my munchkin perfectly)

The last few days have been eventful: He crawls around for real, and fast! - and usually while hollering at the top of his lungs. He stands up all the time, holding onto whatever he can find. He waves, and says "namnamnamnam" when he wants food, and screams loudly just to hear his own voice.
I have a sneaking suspicion that this is only the beginning.