A mother of four, photographer, nature lover. Someone trying to make sense of it all, through photos and stories. 

I try to be free in all senses of the word, so I made the leap and now work with what I love doing; taking pictures, storing this life in moments, both for myself and for clients. My heart is in photographing birth and motherhood, but I take on just about any photography job. 
(See my birth photos at www.birth.no and the rest of my work portfolio at www.bygdefotografen.no.)

I live on a farm in Norway with my man Nik and my children Ronja, Freja, Falk and Ulv, plus a bunch of animals. We grow our own food as far as the seasons allow it, we don't go to kindergarten, the three youngest ones will be homeschooled.

We govern our own lives, we strive for independence, we want to be in this life wild and free and full of love.

Early poems.

When I was five years old, my dog suddenly died, of course to my great sorrow. Apparently I found that writing poetry could help deal with the pain, as many of the big litterates in the world have done.
truls
(Translating it will probably do it more harm than good, but here goes: "Truls, Truls, you were my friend, but you are now dead forever.")

Glorious monday.

Words are superfluous.