En Livsreise – begynnelsen

Tidlig om morgenen den 27. februar 1945 ble en gutt født på Namdal sykehus i Namsos. Han målte 51 cm og vog 13 1/2 mark. Etter dagens måleenhet tilsvaret det 3375 gram. Ikke store knøttet, men sikkert ganske vanlig – underforstått 2. verdenskrigs rasjonerings-systemer. I sykehus-journalen stod det å lese: Velskapt guttebarn født kl 06:10, mor Astrid Johanne Sverkmo og far John Haakon Sverkmo. Det var en tirsdag og Laila og Lill hadde navndag. I den utbombede byen Namsos, var det forberedelser i gang for å jage den tyske okkupasjonsmakten. Ikke mye bebyggelse stod igjen etter den tyske bombingen 20. april 1940.

Byens historie går i hovedsak tilbake til opprettelsen i 1845. Tre ganger har Namsos blitt så godt som utslettet, enten av brann eller bomber. Hver gang har gjenreisningen av byen skjedd raskt.  Etter tidens normale barseltid på sykehuset, fikk mor og jeg lov å reise hjem til far på Namdalseid. Jeg har ikke helt klart for meg hvor mitt første hjem var, men det var vel etter all sannsynlighet gården Øvre Bøgset. Far jobbet på den tiden som skogsarbeider og snekker. Det som er sikkert er vi bodde på denne gården frem til far og mor i 1949 overtok småbruket Enget. Der var far født og oppvokst. Mine besteforeldre, Nils og Alette, hadde drevet fjellgården frem til mine foreldre overtok. Det første jeg klart husker fra mitt livsløp er den dagen jeg satte to fingre, pekefinger og langfinger på høyre hånd inn i et monster av en stikkontakt. Den var plassert litt høyt på veggen i et rom. Stikkontakten var stor og svart! Foran sto det en seng eller sofa, som jeg som toåring krabbet opp i. Jeg husker støtet jeg fikk som om det skjedde i går.  Ellers kom jeg greit fra det – tror jeg! Siden jeg stod i en seng eller sofa hadde jeg ikke jordkontakt.

En annen hendelse jeg husker fra denne vinteren var da jeg løp til våre naboer på gården Bøgset. Der bodde John og Hilda Bøgset. Min far var en habil- og aktiv skiløper på den tiden. Han brukte å ha skiutstyret sitt stående i yttergangen til huset. En vinterdag i mars 1947, hadde jeg tatt turen ut i yttergangen for å leke med skistavene. Dette gikk ikke helt bra og det endte med at jeg knuste vinduet i gangdøra med en av stavene. Skrekk og gru – jeg ble virkelig skrekkslagen! Jeg tok beina fatt, ut i snøhaugene og løp med hjertet i halsen ned til Hilda på nabogården. Husker ikke helt hvor langt det var ned dit, men kan tenke meg et par hundre meter. Hva jeg hadde på beina er jeg usikker på. Muligens var det et par tova labber av ull. Jeg hadde neppe noe annet på føttene enn labbene. Da jeg nådde frem tok Hilda vel imot meg. Jeg tror nok jeg regnet henne som en slags bestemor i mitt unge liv. Hvordan det nå egentlig var, så fikk vel Hilda på en eller annen måte varslet min mor at jeg var kommet ned til henne. Jeg kan ikke huske om det ble noe straff for min uvørne opptreden hjemme. Det var jo en “alvorlig” affære å knuse et vindu på den tiden. I ettertid har jeg undret meg litt om det var i forbindelse med at min yngre bror, Johnny, på den tiden var nyfødt og antagelig nylig hjemkommet. Jeg hadde jo hatt gleden av å ikke dele oppmerksomhet med andre i et par år. Kanskje følte jeg litt på at jeg nå ble “oversett” til fordel for min nye lillebror?

Sommeren 1947. Her sitter jeg sammen med min far og hunden vår Jeger. Jeg er 2 år. Jeger var en blanding av Norsk elghund og Schafer. Han døde senere denne sommeren etter å ha spist utlagt gift. Omtrent samme skjebne som min Elghund Luka, som døde av forgiftning sommeren 2016.

Denne bloggen blir forandret

Etter hvert blir det publisert forskjellige artikler på Norsk. Jeg vil begynne med å migrere min livshistorie fra en annen blogg som har tittelen “En Livsreise”.

Kampen du kjemper i dag er med på å utvikle den styrken du trenger i morgen!

Chris Overgaard

A heart throbbing morning

On my usual morning stroll, accompanied with my more than 10 years old trusty Canon 20D, I witnessed something very few people ever have seen;  a Norwegian type deer, similar to the American white tailed deer, giving birth to twin kids. One ting is to come across such a happening, which last just a few seconds of the visible birth, and then being able to photograph the scene as it happens – is close to unreal I understand.

An incident that grabbed hold of my throbbing heart. As I walked along a small creek I discovered  a female deer walking slowly at the edge of the forest. The female appeared very nervous, constantly locking back at her tracks. I got the feeling that something was on her tail so I started to think about my camera which was in my small backpack. Before I had my camera ready I noticed that she had stopped and I could clearly see the front part of the first kid was half the way out. I was to slow making my camera ready! I soon realized that most of these animals usually have more than one kid annually. I carefully moved myself into a bush as I watched the mother give gentle care to her newborn. The distance to the birthplace was getting rather great, but I had an effective 480 mm lens i my backpack, so I switched to this lens. My problem was that I had not brought a tripod and I knew that I would have serious difficulty holding steady enough for a sharp image at this focal length. I set my camera to maximum ISO and shutter speed priority as high as possible and let the camera take care of the aperture. And then I waited – patiently as I watched the mother continued grooming her firstborn. This kid was on it’s feet in just a few minutes but was not able to stay up very long.

After about 30 minutes of waiting the mother deer laid down and then raised herself again several times. I was ready! Soon I saw a new kid was on it’s  way to be delivered. I let my camera run and caught this bullseye:

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A Norwegian type white tailed deer calving. This is about 10 seconds into the visible part of the calving.

 The delivery lasted not more than 25 – 30 seconds. I am sure you all understand that you really need to be at the right place at the right moment and not least; have a camera ready!  A large buck followed the happening at a considerable safe distance.

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A Norwegian white tailed buck, possible the father of the two newborn kids.

During the second calving a crow became very aggressive. Shortly after she had delivered the second kid the female deer chased the bird away. I was very surprised that the crow never came back. The crow probably had some previous experience from similar situations.

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The mother deer chasing an aggressive crow away for her newborns. On the left you can see the firstborn head in the about 8 inch grass.

The calving took place around 8:30 AM. The same evening at about 20:00 PM I took another stroll to see if I could get a glimpse of the newborns. Bullseye again! Not only did I see both kids, but one of the kids came towards me with eye contact. I was really flabbergasted! The mother however stamped her feet and also made a soft grunt. This made the kid to quickly head for the bushes.

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This is the newborn 12 hour old kid that made eye contact and came towards me.

Our fall colors

Fall is here. Every day it gets a bit cooler. The weather is unstable, or should I rather say fairly stable – like horizontal rain! It’s mostly inside weather. But there is also some colorful moments. The foliage takes on it’s fall costumes. 

A short trip out in the fields on this picturesque island I live on, confirms my above statement. The weather was a kinda chilly this morning. Clear crisp autumn air. Frost on the ground. A very good day for photographing whatever I would run across on my mini expedition. The following was my days catch.

A thin coat of ice covering a bed og moss and straw.

A thin coat of ice covering a bed og moss and straws

A single surviving blueberry on an autumn colored low bush

A single surviving blueberry on an autumn colored low bush

A very colorful and picturesque bed of plant just after the sun had melted the frost

A very colorful and picturesque bed of plants just after the sun had melted the frost

 

 

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A  surviving red mushroom with frost still on its hat ended my tiny expedition.

A lightstalkers venue

As an avid photography lightstalker I recently ran across this interesting situation. It was a foggy morning I was on my way to a scheduled meting. As I was driving along in my car I approached one of the many fjords in this area. Suddenly the sun broke through the fog and created a very nice photographic moment. The only photo gear I had at hand was my old snappy, a Canon 20D with only a 18-55mm kit lens attached. Anyway, I quickly pulled my car over at a nearby resting area and got the camera ready for action. This is the result, converted to BW in Photoshop. I am sure an expert photoshop artist could do a lot more to this image. The moral of the story is; bring a camera wherever you go! “Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get”.

Morning Light

Trondheim Worldwide Photo Walk

Saturday October 11th 2014 at 12 noon, sixteen inspired photographers commenced the two hour long photo walk in the City of Trondheim, Norway. The weather turned out much better than expected during the morning hours. Actually, a very nice photo light during most of the walk. It’s quite amazing how many details one will discover during the time of such a short walk. Details one for sure would have missed if one passed through the same area the usual way. At the end of the walk most of us gathered for a social time at a local cafe, near the Nidaros Cathedral, to share our various experiences from the photo walk and discuss photo equipment. A very nice gathering in a laid-back atmosphere. If I have the same opportunity next year I will certainly join the Worldwide Photo Walk again. Wherever it may be. It is easy for me to reccomend this activity for anyone with a camera in any configuration.

Here is the area where the Photo Walk started. Near the City Hospital and NTNU.

Here is the area where the Photo Walk started. Near the City Hospital and NTNU.

A lokal backyard found during the walk.

A colorful lokal backyard found during the walk.

The river Nidelva runs through the City of Trondheim. The river, once very polluted, now is clean and fishing salmon is common.

The river Nidelva runs through the City of Trondheim. The river, once very polluted, now is clean and fishing salmon is common.

Woden bridge over the Nidelva River as part of the Photo Walk.

Woden bridge over the Nidelva River as part of the Photo Walk.

The Nidaros Cathedral fom around year 1100. Here is where our walk ended.

The Nidaros Cathedral fom around year 1100. Here is where our walk ended.