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The smell of rain, the smell of humidity in the air. There are not enough words to correctly describe the perception of rain in the wind; later, however, I’d know in fact the rain was very much attached to the daily life of Bergen. The rain, unpredictable as nature is, came and ceased as if it were a child who runs and suddenly stops.

The current photo series is of puddles on the street, an attempt to relate an object and the place itself— a result of my first impressions of Bergen. They are presented as a part of a diary-map of my every day walking, from my house to school and the other surrounding streets I set foot on.

 

Ephemeral landscapes falling.