The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean—
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?—Mary Oliver, American poet
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Selected Travel Photos
Small spaces between moments.
A study of fleeting encounters
What interests me is not the grand event, but the interruption of a seemingly normal scene, the moment when something ordinary shifts and suddenly unfolds into a story of its own, sometimes poetic, humorous, sad, or simply surprising.
It may be a shape, a colour, a gesture, or an unexpected sight that draws attention.
Seen together, these photographs form a portrait of human life that is tender, humorous, and gently mysterious.
Latest work: Depth lies in attention.
The discipline of returning, of looking from the ever same point sharpens our perception.
What began as a simple routine gradually became an exercise in attention - for nearly a year the habit to stop daily at the exact same spot at a bridge in Reykjavik to photograph from the same point of view - made subtle changes visible; shifts in light and weather, small variations in colour, movement, and mood.
Beauty does not depend on grand views or spectacular moments. It can be found in any corner, if we are willing to pause long enough to notice the extraordinary hidden within the small and seemingly insignificant.
“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back everything is different.”
