I don’t know what to say after so many months of being quiet, and I feel compelled to issue an apology for ignoring my blog. I stopped blogging over the summer because I did not like the content I was creating. It became easier to share pictures on Instagram because it was largely a non-verbal medium. Blogging is different. It makes me feel exposed and bare. It became easy for me over time to gloss over what I really wanted to say by publishing glossy pictures of vacations and outfits. I don’t regret sharing anything, but it started to feel superficial and insincere. An acquaintance told me recently that she was surprised to learn that I am goofy and don’t take myself too seriously; my blog had led her to believe I was pretentious. I became worried that people I was meeting in Boston would judge me for who I may seem to be through my blog. I couldn’t find the words I was looking for, so it became easier to stop publishing at all.
I have decided to start blogging again. I am not ashamed of my passions: photography, fashion, literature, and traveling. I am not ashamed for being a romantic at heart, and for seeking new experiences and adventures. Right now I am sitting in a cozy hotel by a lake in Haugastøl where my family and I are about to embark on a nature and sports vacation in Norway. I am wearing probably the ugliest shoes you could imagine, baggy rain pants, and a fuzzy fleece. I am immensely happy.
Looking forward with this new direction and purpose makes me excited, and I can’t wait to show you everything that has been brewing in my head and laying dormant in my Lightroom.
In light of going back to my original purpose and roots, if you will, I wanted to share these symbolic and personal pictures from our family. Yesterday we visited what used to be my great-grandparent’s cabin in Gol. My mom spent her formative vacations at this cabin until she was 11 years old, and her childhood memories are scattered over the entire place; a rock which has remained, the lake where they went fishing, the same red exterior painting.
Next to the cabin there was a sæter where my mom collected eggs and learned to milk cows. It now lays abandoned, but these beautiful curtains have remained. How beautiful and curious that the place has kept its dignity despite being ravaged by weather and time.