I was so sad today, walking to school, finding this old house removed. It was to be found between Grythe farm and Smedshammer farm along the old road. It was a real pleasure to pass by. Now gone, together with all joy. Only Subexurban Hell is left behind. The grand vision of Le Corbusier and Edward Bernays. Taking in the clothes this evening I heard a big sledge hammer working down there. Probably making holes for dynamite, to put up yet another soulless Toten Bunker.
The above image from this spring was the only image I captured from this house. The only memory left. I planned to make many images of this old, beautiful house during the summer.
 |
Another fragment of Old Toten lost, blown away with the wind. I do my best to capture the last fragments of our forefathers heritage with my camera, before it's all lost. A though job!
-Wikimedia. |
With Jacob Gløersen, the famous Norwegian winter painter as my new inspiration, I was delighted to see the return of King Winter in May. I took a walk around the area of Grythengen farm, where I live now, and where my ancestor lived for centuries. It was one of the holy meadows of the Totenåsen Hills, but they are now fallen. As they were the highlights of the Lake Mjøsa Land, this land has with the loss of its meadows lost its value. The holy meadows were part of the axis Østhøgda-Helgøya-Furnesfjorden, which was the mightiest cultural landscape of Europe and maybe the whole world. Not even Toscana or Transylvania could be compared to what was to be found here. Now all lost!
Photographers remain our collective witnesses. They have the exceptional job of offering stories and windows onto worlds and of introducing issues which may be new to people. - Josh Reichmann
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.