Update on the Current Events

Model of Firenze.

Model of Firenze.

An update on the current events: First of all let me say thanks for all the comments on my posts lately and for your entries in “The Changing Seasons”-challenge to all of you. During the last weeks I’ve been (and will continue to be) very busy for a number of reasons:

I’ve been going a lot to the gym after work, followed by book reading (I’m turning into this weird combination of gym rat/book-worm – a fit nerd). So, instead of my usual procedure of editing photos for the blog, writing posts, visiting blogs etc, I’ve been reading The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami after work, gym and my daily 14 kilometers bike ride. My son has also been with me often: spending time with him is truly a pleasure. The photo related stuff I’ve been doing, is putting down some work on my official portfolio & a Facebook profile to go with it. I’ve also taken some mandatory photos for the next Changing Seasons and because of two trips abroad coming up shortly, the photos have already been edited (finished them last night) since I will be travelling when the next post is scheduled. As most of you already know, I recently visited Italy and still have photos to share from that trip (in other words: there’s plenty of material to come).

Self-portrait with guitar.

Self-portrait with guitar.

Needless to say that I probably won’t be updating the blog or visiting other blogs much (but I know the world of WordPress’ bloggers and there’s always plenty of stuff happening, so you won’t even notice my partly hiatus). The good news is that the trips abroad will (hopefully) generate a whole lot of photos and that my Instagram account is alive and kicking and is being updated regularly. If you’re on Instagram, you can always add me there to see what’s up (for the time being it’s a private profile because I post a mix between personal and professional photos, with main emphasis on the personal stuff, so send me a request and I’ll add you).


Self-portrait on bike

Self-portrait on bike

From Every Angle: Self-portrait in plaster

Self-portrait in plaster

Self-portrait in plaster | Selv-portrett i gips

My internet acquaintance Shane, is the lucky guy that gets to host of this week’s Weekly Photo Challenge over at WordPress. He came up with the idea to shoot a subject from every angle. This image is three photos merged into one. The subject is made out of plaster that’s been poured into a mould shaped after my face: an advanced, ancient form of self-portrait.

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Today Was a Good Day

For this week’s WordPress’ photo challenge, Cheri Lucas Rowlands asks us to “select and share a series of photographs. You can piece together what you consider an ideal day, recount a memorable day, tell a (visual) story, or show us some of your favorite things.”

Here are some photos from my trip to Sandhornøya in North of Norway this summer.

I have an insanely large amount of photos from this trip and I’ll probably share more later. Check out WordPress’ post for more “good day photos”: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/today-was-a-good-day/

Now we’re heading out for what’ll hopefully be another good day and try to capture some new shots. Enjoy your Sunday!

Monthly Photo Challenge: The Changing Seasons 08

Time for another post in my series «The Changing Seasons». All the photos in this gallery were shot in July.

July has been a fantastic month! Three weeks of vacation and plenty of things to do: I’ve had a lot of Couchsurfers staying with me, from different places such as: Israel, Poland, Taiwan, Hong Kong, Japan and Russia. Whenever I have Couchsurfers visiting, I try my best to show them the city and to socialize. This has also been a great opportunity to take plenty of photos: photographically speaking, July has been an extremely productive month – considering the number of photos taken (creatively speaking, perhaps not so much since most of the photos are just quick snaps). I’ve also taken my son on trips to both Dovre and to the North of the country (more posts will come from Sandhornøya shortly, I’ve already posted two). If you want to see mountain photos from Dovre, you should check out my Musk Ox Safari posts. (You’ll find links to all these posts in the end of this one).


You have probably forgotten about this, but throwing stones in the water is a lot of fun.

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Selv-portrett med sønn i Kavl

Selv-portrett med sønn i kavle.

Selv-portrett med sønn i kavl. (Self-portrait with son in Kavl)

En kavl, eller en fløt, blir brukt til å holde fiskeredskaper som garn, line og not flytende. Kavler kan være av tre, never, bark, glass, kork eller plast. Source: Wikipedia

“Glass floats, glass fishing floats, or Japanese glass fishing floats are popular collectors’ items. They were once used by fishermen in many parts of the world to keep their fishing nets, as well as longlines or droplines afloat.

Norway was the first country to start production and use of glass fishing floats around 1840, many of which can still be found in local boathouses. Christopher Faye, a Norwegian merchant from Bergen, is credited for their invention. The glass float was developed through cooperation with one of the owners of the Hadeland Glassverk in Norway, Chr. Berg.

The first time these “modern” glass fishing floats are mentioned is in the production registry for Hadelands Glassverk in 1842. The registry shows that this is a new type of production.

The earliest evidence of glass floats being used by fishermen comes from Norway in 1844 where glass floats were on gill nets in the great cod fisheries in Lofoten. By the 1940s, glass had replaced wood or cork throughout much of Europe, Russia, North American, and Japan. Japan started using the glass floats as early as 1910. Today, most of the remaining glass floats originated in Japan because it had a large deep sea fishing industry which made extensive use of the floats; some made by Taiwan, Korea and China. In Japanese, the floats are variably known as ukidama (浮き玉?, buoy balls) or bindama (ビン玉?, glass balls).

Glass floats have since been replaced by aluminum, plastic, or Styrofoam.”  Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glass_float


…those who escape…

I’m working on some new portrait projects this weekend. Here’s a self-portrait/composite image that I made on Thursday.

...those who escape...

…those who escape…

Five Photos / Five Stories – Black & White Challenge:
This is a long exposure combined with the teeth from a skull that I photographed at a museum, plus some random this & that effects. I’m probably offline when this is posted (it’s a scheduled post), but I’ll be back after the weekend. It’s easier to focus and think creatively without electronic devices that are beeping, buzzing, desperately seeking attention and acting out like your friend did at that party when he was on a mixture of amphetamine, ecstasy & booze… (True story. You know who you are. No names mentioned).

“those who escape hell
never talk about
and nothing much
bothers them
― Charles Bukowski

  • Miz Rocket challenged me to a five photos / five stories black and white challenge. This has been the third out of five posts.
  • These are the rules of this challenge:
    1) To post a black & white photo every day for 5 days.
    2) To write a story to accompany your photo for 5 days (this can be fiction or non-fiction, a page, a paragraph or a poem).
    3) To nominate a different person each day.

I’m not a big fan of rules, so instead of nominating someone I commandeth thy to visit Andy’s Dark Side: andytownend.com/2015/06/11/dark-side-thursday-four/

This post is dedicated to Sir Christopher Frank Carandini Lee (27 May 1922 – 7 June 2015). 

My Heart Is a Flower

"My Heart Is a Flower" is a song by avant-garde band King Missile. It was the only single from the band's 1991 album The Way to Salvation.

“My Heart Is a Flower” is a song by avant-garde band King Missile.

“My Heart Is a Flower” is a song by avant-garde band King Missile. It was the only single from the band’s 1991 album The Way to Salvation.

In “My Heart Is a Flower,” a pop rock track with elements of psychedelic rock, frontman John S. Hall repeatedly sings the titular phrase, recites a short monologue expanding on the heart-as-flower metaphor, then returns to singing the titular phrase as the music crescendos.

In an interview circa 1992, Hall explained his inspiration for the song as follows:
“ …[W]hen I really, really feel very bad, what I want to do is make myself feel better, so I’ll write something happier. ‘My Heart Is a Flower’ is really a funny song. I was very, very sad when I wrote that one and a lot of people find that surprising. But I felt really, really trampled on, like a flower that’s been thrown down in the dirt, when I wrote that. – Source: Wikipedia

My heart is a flower,
Budding, blooming, dripping dew,
Dropping petals all over the place,
Making a big hopeless mess,
Stinking things up,
Waiting for someone to come flying over and suck the pollen out of me,
Suck me dry,
Til I wilt,
Til I am nothing,
Til next spring.
My Heart is a Flower

– King Missile (John S. Hall)

Self-portrait with Mohawk

I have recently moved. Now I live in a smaller apartment than what we had, but without the wife and the brain-numbing TV.


I had to try out some new gear and I didn’t have any models around…

I have recently moved. Now I live in a smaller apartment than what we had, but without the wife and the brain-numbing TV. She got the TV. I didn’t want it anyway. She didn’t want me, but she wanted the TV. It’s more entertaining I guess. The downstairs neighbor in the old place used to reek of cigarettes. On a regular basis he came home drunk and argued loudly with his dumb girlfriend. One time she called on the intercom and said «I’m going to the ground floor» (That’s where she lived – we lived in the apartment above). I don’t know why, but I buzzed her in. I should have asked her why the fuck she used our doorbell, when she already knew that wasn’t where she was going…
Sometimes, when they argued loudly (I’m still talking about the neighbors), they used to smash stuff. Tore down shelves from the walls and shit. Then we would have to listen to the guy hammering for days afterwards, as he was fixing up his place again. He was an annoying, but yet an interesting character and he was very friendly when he was sober.

Now that I’ve moved, I live back in the same building that we used to live in a couple of years ago. Back on the rental market. I think that we spent four or five years here last time we lived here. When my son was born, we still lived here for a few months. Now he’s two years old and I’m back. He’s back too, because he lives with me half of the time (Luckily my ex wasn’t one of those bitches that take the kid and leave), but I doubt that he has any recollection of having lived here before. It’s the same flat too, the difference is that it’s two floors higher up than last time and that the ceiling us much higher in this apartment compared to the previous one. It makes it seem bigger. Technically speaking it is bigger, but the size of the floor is still the same. It’ll be a bitch to heat up this place in the winters. I guess we’ll have to wear jackets inside.
I have a better view than before, but everything is crooked. If you put a ball on the floor, gravity will make sure that the ball rolls down to the corner of the living room…

There’s many new people in the building since the last time I lived here, so I don’t know them all yet, but I know a handful of them. The landlord has changed the doors in the hallways here. They used to have glass in them. Now they’re solid and more sound and fire-proof, but I can still fart in the hallway and blame the neighbor.
Once, I guess it must have been four or five years ago, there was this guy that was visiting someone who lived in this building. They weren’t home, but he slept on the floor in their living room.
Now, how do I know that he slept on their floor?

One night everyone in the building woke up from the smell of fire and a fire alarm going off. We gathered in the stairs, all of us were half asleep, half-naked and ugly. We located where the smoke & sound came from and I I tried to look inside, but there was curtains hanging in the windows of the doors, plus the apartment was filled with smoke, so I couldn’t see shit. I felt the door with my hand to check if it was warm, but it wasn’t. If you ever find yourself in a similar situation and the door is warm – then don’t fucking open it!!
I smashed the window with my knuckles, stretched my arm inside, opened the lock and the door.
Some neighbors ran into the kitchen, put out the fire that the pizza had started in the oven and opened the windows to let the smoke out. I went directly into the living room and found this guy sleeping on a mattress on the floor.
I grabbed him and started shaking him wildly. He woke up, totally confused, with the apartment full of smoke and neighbors, while I was shaking the shit out of him with my bleeding knuckles and screaming:
«this is the last fucking time that you make a fucking pizza and go to sleep you dumb shit!!!».

The day after he came knocking on my door. He was obviously uncomfortable, because he was blushing and he didn’t dare to meet my eyes. With a weak voice he thanked me for saving his life the night before.
“Don’t worry about it” I said, “but don’t make a pizza again when you’re drunk”.

It’s fascinating how thousands of years have shaped us into who we are, even on subconscious levels that we’re not aware about.

The self-portrait in this post is from a test run that I had with some new gear. I’m sorry that I didn’t have any models around…

and to these, I drink tonight

A “selfie” from the Barcode Area in Bjørvika Oslo. The Barcode has been criticized for being decadent.

Barcode Self-portrait

Barcode Self-portrait


“there’s nothing to
there’s nothing to
there’s nothing to
it’s sad
it’s not

seems the
most sensible
a person can 
with drink in
as the walls
their goodbye

one comes through
with a certain 
amount of
efficiency and

some accept
the possibility of
to help them

take it
staight on

and to these

I drink 

― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

Edit: LIke you see in the link above, the theme for WordPress’ weekly photo challenge this week is “Yellow”. Over at WordPress, they write: «With this week’s challenge, show us what yellow means to you.»
So, what has this post got to do with yellow? Yellow doesn’t really mean anything to me, it’s just a color like all the others and I think that those kind of challenges are lame. “Show us blue, show us green, show us red, show us this or that color… So, I decided to post a photo where I removed all the colors – including yellow.
If you’re going to have show us this or that at color “challenges”, at least pick some colors that make people go: “What?!? Which color is that???” For example: brilliant azure, AuroMetalSaurus or caput mortuum.

Space Self

Cardinal Guzman in space...

 D                              E/D
  The paper holds their folded faces to the floor

    A7                             D        Dsus2  D7  D9
And every day the paper boy brings more.

This photo is my entry for WordPress’ Weekly Photo Challenge “Twinkle“, with the words “THIS IS IT” twinkling in the sky.

Thank God for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk

This is obviously a manipulated photo – the Cardinal version of Travis Bickle:


«Thank God for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk.» – Travis Bickle. Original photo: 1976, New York, USA, Image by © Steve Schapiro/Corbis

The theme for #photo101 today is Treasure. The rain that washes the trash off the sidewalk, Taxi Driver, they’re both treasures.
If you’ve got time to waste, you should check out this list https://cardinalguzman.wordpress.com/movies/

Unsolved Murder Case / I’ve started looking old lately

I’ve started looking old lately, but I still feel young. I woke up today and felt like Ötzi.


Self-portrait as Ôtzi | I’ve been stuck under the ice for 5000 years. Now I’m ready to go out and party!

The find

On September 19th, 1991, the German couple Erika and Helmut Simon made a macabre discovery during a hike in the Oetztal Alps, on the border between Austria and Italy. On about 3214 meters altitude, Erika sees something sticking out of the ice and it is evident that it’s a human body. They report this to the Italian and Austrian police.

The body was removed with an ice pick and drill and transported to the forensic institute in Innsbruck. It appears that the victim in Criminal Case 619/91, has an unknown perpetrator from the Bronze Age. This is an historical sensation and the dead body is called Ötzi.

Using carbon dating they’ve concluded that Ötzi was about 40 years old when he died more than 5000 years ago. The body is mummified, so the internal organs are preserved, as well as hair, skin and other body parts. They also found his clothes, a bow and arrow, knife, ax and more at the crime scene.

How did he die?

Judging from wounds found on the mummified body, the experts concluded that Ötzi, just before he died, was hit in his left shoulder blade of an arrow that was shot at him from behind. The arrow hit a vein, so he probably bled to death after a short time. Ötzi has also received a hard blow to the head, without this being considered as the cause of death.

Besides this there are damages to his hand, showing that he had been in a fight a few days before.

Other findings indicate that Ötzi had stayed further down the valley just a few hours before he died. It is assumed therefore that Ötzi was killed while attempting to escape over the mountains. The fact that the arrow that killed him had been removed from the body, indicates that whoever killed Ötzi, approached the corpse to withdraw the arrow. But, since Ötzi’s belongings were left behind, including an ax, which was considered something valuable at the time, they know that the murder was not robbery related.

Well Preserved

Ötzi is well preserved after 5000 years, which means that the body must have been covered with snow shortly after the death occurred. Covered in snow, but with ventilation and low humidity, the body was freeze dried. Eventually, the body has been covered in ice. Although the ice was thawed in shorter periods, the body has been preserved, probably because of the cold meltwater. It is believed that Ötzi had only been a few days in open air when he was found.

The discovery has led to a lot of knowledge about the conditions during the Bronze Age, such as what tools they used, how they dressed, what they ate and, more importantly: tattoos.

My Photo

My photo was taken at the Museum of History in Oslo and it’s a photo of a reconstruction of Ötzi’s face (combined with two other of my photos – a self-portrait in a mirror and the teeth on a skull). Ötzi was exhibited at the museum in 2011, but he’s residing at the South Tyrol Museum of Archaeology in Bolzano.

As far as we know, Ötzi’s murderer was never caught.

This article is mostly a translation of the source, written by Harald Fossberg:  http://www.osloby.no/article579449_2.ece

The theme for #photo101 today is Mystery.


UPDATE: The latest news on Õtzi’s tattoos: http://www.sciencealert.com/otzi-the-iceman-had-way-more-tattoos-than-you

Weekly Photo Challenge: Endurance


“If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.”
― Charles Bukowski

Check out WordPress’ Weekly Photo Challenge for more: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/endurance/

I wasn’t a misanthrope and I wasn’t a misogynist…

Smoking a nargileh (water pipe with fruit tobacco)…


“I wasn’t a misanthrope and I wasn’t a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself.”
― Charles Bukowski


Weekly Photo Challenge: Selfie

The theme for the weekly photo challenge this week is selfie. Cheri Lucas Rowlands over at WordPress writes: “if you don’t want to share a photo of yourself, think of a way to approach this challenge in a different way. (Hint: silhouettes and shadows are your friends.) A selfie doesn’t have to be all about you; it can reveal much more, given the elements you choose to include.”


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New Year, Same Face, New Gravatar

I’ve had the same Gravatar for a while now, so I figured out it was time to make a new one.

Self portrait, by Cardinal Guzman.

Self portrait with tie, by Cardinal Guzman.

Here’s some of my old ones. As you can see they all play with the same theme:

Ace of Spades, by CardinalGuzman.wordpress.com

The Ace of Spades, by CardinalGuzman.wordpress.com

Three versions of the same one:

burning skull self-portrait

Skull self-portrait by Cardinalguzman.wordpress.com

Skull self-portrait by Cardinalguzman.wordpress.com

I wasn’t satisfied with this burning head, so I never used it as a gravatar:

burning head self-portrait, by CardinalGuzman.wordpress.com

burning head self-portrait, by CardinalGuzman.wordpress.com

Trivia: The English word “skull” is probably derived from Old Norse “skalli” meaning bald, while the Latin word cranium comes from the Greek root κρανίον (kranion). (Wikipedia)

Here’s one more: http://artishorseshit.wordpress.com/2013/01/07/the-cardinal/