The Photographer of Tears

Thank you so much! The best images I ever saw, the best piece I ever read, on street photography. How I wish I had a street to love. But I can't photograph people here, like a beggar on the street, we lost everything. So I can't photograph these people. I can only photograph the tears of our forefathers, because they had so much dignity. We spoiled our heritage, everything they gave to us. The beautiful urban village by the Lenaelva River, the meadows below the Totenåsen Hills, which were the highlights of the Lake Mjøsa Land, now lost, because we exposed them incorrectly, Hovdetoppen Hill, the sacred mountain in the middle of the town of Gjøvik, now desecrated. How can I photograph these poor people?

No, here I'm only the photographer of tears. Photographing the tears of our forefathers. And even the tears will soon vanish.

- Understanding Street Photography – A Beginner’s Guide

The farm corona of the Holmstadengen farm bows in sorrow for the lost highlights of the Land of Lake Mjøsa.

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