We were walking along the waterfront, Oslo being a city of water and so very recognizable for the Dutch, and ended up at the end of the cay. A new part was being erected and the sun shone exactly “so” through the scaffolding and almost finished fronts. As always, some person, this time a woman, looked quite surprised at me taking a photo of what at first glance looked like a hopeless mission. Straight against the sun, lots of flare – even in my eyes – and basically a photographers nightmare.
It is a bit of the story of my life, being a maverick. My parents asked more questions than actually stating what I should do and not thinking was, well, unheard of. Sounds like fun, but it kind of puts a young kid in an awkward position.
Teachers mostly hated me, or at least, only the good ones – sounds arrogant, but really isn’t – could cope with me, putting me on my toes (and sometimes just treating me like a kid, love and warmth always being a good medicine).
So it is about looking and seeing and then asking questions. And if you don’t catch the difference with regard to the visual part, it’s going to be a long day talking to you. And not asking questions is really rather unheard of.
Close to not thinking.