Here’s a couple of photos from one of my latest photo walks:
This is a collection of photos that I was planning to post, but just didn’t get around to publish in the blog yet. Instead of posting them one by one, I decided to put them all in this gallery – a gallery of randomness. Most of them were shot this winter.
The theme for WordPress’ Weekly Photo Challenge this week is: Culture. I choose to showcase these recent photos from a culture clash that took place in Oslo. The gypsies have illegally occupied a building called Borgen in Gamlebyen, Oslo. This building is going to be demolished because it’s in the way of a new train route. The owner of the building is the Norwegian State Railways and they needed help from the police to empty the building of its illegal occupants.
«In a new post created for this challenge, share a picture that reveals your NEIGHBORHOOD.»
Those of you who follow this blog already know that I’ve been working on a series of posts from my neighborhood called «Gamlebyen: Then & Now». This will be my fourth post and I’ll show some images of a bridge named Geitabru (Goats Bridge). It’s also been known as Oslo Bru and in one of these old photos it’s referred to as Jernbanebroen (The Railway Bridge).
Like the previous one this one’s also from the websites of Oslo City Archives and the original photo was shot in 1900 by an unknown photographer (most likely the same one). You can see the area around Gamlebyen Kirke, with the cemetary on the left and Oslo Hospital og Kirke (Oslo Hospital and Church) on the right.
The current buildings are partly erected on the ruins of the old Franciscan monastery that was established around 1290 at the invitation of Duke Håkon. The adjacent bridge (the medieval Geitabru), is mentioned on several occasions in the Norse sagas and it was linking the western and eastern part of Oslo’s first city street: “Clemens Almenningen.”
If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery–isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.
― Charles Bukowski, Factotum