#Nordnes

[dragonfang-photography]

City districts Nordnes (peninsula bit to the left), Vågen (smaller peninsula-ish quay area less to the left), and Skuteviken (area in the dip between the forested slopes). Laksevåg and Gravdal across the fjord to the left, and island of Askøy to the right.

#Byfjellene #Askøy #Nordnes #Vågen #Skuteviken #photography #photographers on tumblr #digital photography #hiking trail #hiking #landscape #forest #fjord #Norway #Norge #Bergen

[linnheidi]

Took some photos of the group @sjobadet at Nordnes Sjøbad recently. These ones are from my snapshot camera.

#www.linnheidistokkedal.com #Linn Heidi Stokkedal #sjobadet #analog #analog photography #35mm #linn heidi stokkedal #photography #photographer #snapshot #colorfilm #staybrokeshootfilm #bergen #Sjøbadet #Music #Portrait #Nordnes Sjøbad #old film #old chemicals

[toilou-norvetaxique2023]

Jour 3 - Bergen

Aujourd'hui, c'est la journée de l'eau. Au programme : piscine et bateau, tout ce que j'aime 😍

Après le petit dej à l'appart, on part donc en direction de la piscine (Nordnes seawater pool), et pas n'importe laquelle : une piscine remplie avec l'eau des fjords et chauffée à 29,5°. Une immense baignoire finalement. 😎

Il y a aussi un grand bassin, ou plutôt une ligne délimitant la zone de baignade dans l'eau noire des fjords ! Cette fois-ci elle est un peu plus froide, environ 15°C ! Je me suis baignée quelques secondes, peut-être 2 minutes cumulées sur les deux fois où j'y suis allée et Antoine a trempé un doigt de pied avant de s'empresser de retourner dans notre baignoire géante 😋

Entre ces deux ploufs, passage obligé par le sauna, on rappelle quand même qu'on est dans un pays nordique !

Nous achetons un petit sandwich, déposons nos affaires à l'appart et on repart sur le port pour monter à bord de notre bateau de croisière 🛥️

[sweetrouble]

Yesterday was a day I’ll never forget. It started off from the staff at the cafe where I had my breakfast. She gave me the kind of smile that would melt away all sorrow and hurt. Her greeting was so welcoming that I didn’t feel like an outsider. I then went for a walk hunting for iced coffee. Through the park, I saw people sitting so casually on the benches. Each bench was taken by a person. They were all minding their own business. I watched this guy feed the birds by the pond, and the way those birds got excited by the food reminded me of myself. Arriving at Kaffemisjonen, I ordered an iced latte and a banana bread. She gently poured the hot espresso over a glass of cold milk. As I watched the espresso melt into the ice cubes, my heart felt warm and fuzzy. I sat quietly at a table trying to cool down my body. The lights on the ceiling were fascinating. I spent 15 minutes observing the shape and the way they worked. After that, I walked half an hour to Nordnes Park with a few stops along the harbor. Everything felt way slower next to the blue water, the old couple taking their time to enjoy the ice cream cones, the Asian guy snapping shots of the buildings with his Leica camera, this girl being so still trying to capture the perfect shot of the boat with her camera, the calming sound of the moving water. I wanted to stay there, but the park was calling my name. The leaves were so green that they almost didn’t look real. The trees were so tall that I felt humble and safe. I loved the scenery, but perhaps the people there drew my attention even more. The guy chilling on a hammock, the people having a picnic, and the couple walking their dog were all interesting. But what stood out to me the most was this elderly lying on his stomach reading a book. I said to myself: I hope I will grow old someday and do exactly what he’s doing. I found an empty bench overlooking the North Sea. I was so content that nothing could possibly disturb my peace. It was a surreal moment. I actually wanted to live. I not only wanted to live, but live for a long time. On my walk back to the hotel, I started humming to a song in my head, and just like that, I was loving life again, for the first time in a long, long time.

#Norway #writing #thoughts

[nordgis]

Attack on Donat

"We are not a force to be trifled with. We are not heathens, we are not uncultured, we are not empty. We are a nation under the stars, given their gift; our people borne by the deep earth, the sea, united by the sky. We trust no spirits, no gods; nobody but ourselves, the ground below us, and the sky above. Our language is among the most ancient in Ulina. Our ways are among the most sustainable. We will outlive you.

"Nan-kari'o sasamre en nanne krikn'a kard gare kitinni mas. Or, let me say it in a language you understand:

"Your spirits did not save them."

-Hirasin Daganed

After the delivery of this short speech, an Effective long-range stealth bomber flew low overhead, clearly visible. The pilot has been publicly identified as Sonha Herv, a decorated pilot with the Nordne Navy, and congratulated. A successful firebomb on the Donatese town of Rut was officially reported soon afterward.

19.12.2054

#Translation: May you all (disgraced) burn and your bones be cold forever.

[hanna-water]

The live version of Lordagsradet in Bergen with Vegard is finally available online 😊

#nrk radio #Lordagsradet #Vegard Ylvisaker #ylvis #2023

[alvfr]

NaNoWriMo 2022: LIKRØVER

Title: Likrøver [corpse robber]

Genre: Fantasy/Adventure/Horror

Wordcount: 2,117

Language: Norwegian (Nynorsk)

One-sentence summary: A drauger veteran that lives in hiding is forced to face her past when someone steals her identity in an attempt to start a new war.

Synopsis:

Audni lives on the outskirts of Sorgrenda on the neutral island of Nordne, like she has done ever since the war. Haunted by past mistakes, she embraces the solitude as punishment and has no ambitions beyond making her countless days pass.

This all changes when someone steals a freshly buried corpse from its grave and the new sheriff suspects Audni. At the same time, a research vessel flying neutral colors comes to town, claiming to have proof that the Continent is no longer burning.

#nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2022 #wip intro #alvfr.nano #graverobber #but in norwegian #likrøver

[tenaciousarcadeexpert]

i want see billy howle as nordn reed and do you know LaKeith Stanfield thouget he was going played silver surfer

I don't know who billy howle is. As for Lakeith, I saw posts about it and he would make an interesting silver surfer and hopefully he gets to play the Norrin Radd incarnation of the silver surfer

#marvel #fantastic four #anonymous #answered #lakeith stanfield

[limo-fahr]

Exploring Bergen: 10 Captivating Sites You Can't-Miss

Bergen, Norway, offers a tapestry of captivating sites to explore. Begin with Bryggen, the iconic Hanseatic wharf with its colourful wooden buildings. Delve into history at the Hanseatic Museum and Schøtstuene, shedding light on Bergen's mediaeval trading past. Ascend Mount Fløyen via the Fløibanen funicular for breathtaking city panoramas. Meander through Gamle Bergen, an open-air museum showcasing 18th-century life. Embrace nature at the stunning Bergen Aquarium, housing diverse marine life. Discover the cultural heartbeat at KODE Art Museums, displaying Norwegian and international art. Stroll along the picturesque streets of Nordnes, brimming with charm and tranquillity. Bergen beckons with a myriad of enchanting experiences. To know more visit this link. https://www.limofahr.com/blog/places-to-visit-in-bergen

[bodoposten]

Anders Aukland med ny treningspodkast for NRK

De har ulik kompetanse og erfaring med trening. I podkasten Skiklubben skal Anders Aukland, Emil Gukild og Silje Nordnes motivere nordmenn til å nå nye mål i skisporet. Skiklubben er en ny podkast i NRK Radio om lidenskap til langrenn og trening. De tre profilene skal motivere lytterne til å nå nye mål i nasjonalsporten, uavhengig av om det er å gå én kilometer eller flere krevende renn. Den…

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#nrk #podcast #ski

[emblakaridotter]

#35mm #analogue #analog #analog photography #analogue photography #pentax #pentax k1000 #hammock #hengekøye #sea view #summer #Nordnes #nordnesparken #bergen #norway #nature #film #film is not dead

[sergei-gussev]

#nordnes #bergen #vestland #norge #august2019 (at Nordnes) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIDoN1mFr5Z/?igshid=14a5r4gmbhlwr

#nordnes #bergen #vestland #norge #august2019

[moments-of-north]

#photography #original photography #photographers on tumblr #nordnes #bergen #norway #street

[scotinnorwayphotosandtravel]

Nordnes peninsula from Fløyen, Bergen #bergen #norway #norge #scandinavia #europetravel #europe #europephotography #nordic #tour #tourism #bergenphotowalks #bergenphotographer #fløyen #nordnes #city #cityscape #nature #mountains #sea #fjord #byfjorden #nikon #nikonphotography #nikoneurope #ignikon #igbergen #ignorway #ignorge #igscandinavia (at Bergen, Hordaland) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqKqY3VH6ZV/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1t22fdlh3wyun

#bergen #norway #norge #scandinavia #europetravel #europe #europephotography #nordic #tour #tourism #bergenphotowalks #bergenphotographer #fløyen #nordnes #city #cityscape #nature #mountains #sea #fjord #byfjorden #nikon #nikonphotography #nikoneurope #ignikon #igbergen #ignorway #ignorge #igscandinavia

[nordgis]

"Aww, Hirasin, a candlelit evening? I never thought you'd ever do something so romantic." Darhav smirks, satisfied to be the first to flirt for once.

"That's not what I... well, I'll take it." Hirasin misses the joke. The power is out in the city, a relay downed by the bombings. Before realizing it, Hirasin asks, "What do you know about the Old Way?"

Darhav falters. They thought this would be a relaxed evening... Stars know they need one, after another day of report after report from the coast: Unit dead. Unit dead. Ship sunk. Another Five lost. The only successful movement, a careless airstrike personally ordered by Hirasin herself. A fluke.

"Basically nothing. I know that there was a crazy old storyteller in Jemi that said Jeram killed a god once." They look at the flame of the candle for a moment, make it dance a moment, and look back at Hirasin. "But there are no gods in Nordgis."

Hirasin looks away. "Yeah. No gods in Nordgis."

"But that's false, isn't it?" False: Antferamni, in Nordsang. Long ago, it meant peaceless. Darhav narrows their eyes harder than usual.

Hirasin says nothing.

"Because that mask you have in your pocket now," continues Darhav. "Open your suit, I know it's there."

"That won't be necessary. Yes, it's there. I didn't think you would know about vessel magic, Darhav."

"We're at war with the starsdamned State Union, Hirasin. We've worked with a Nordne vjed'uma. You don't really think this little of me, do you?"

Hirasin silently curses Kosuj. Darhav hasn't been this lucid with her in months. Kosuj whispers an apology into Hirasin's mind, something about the veil becoming thicker. Aloud, she answers, "No, I… No. I'm just tired. I'm sorry. Yes, it's about time I tell you."

"Yes, it really is. I know you've done something strange to me, Hirasin. Not that I mind it. If anything, you've opened my mind and my eyes. But before, I hated you. Now..." Something strange indeed. Darhav blushes without realizing.

An advantage, thinks Hirasin, before she silently curses herself too. How callous she's become. "Yes, I have. I have. But this isn't Slavic vessel magic. And that vjed'uma we worked with... not quite."

"What the hell are you talking about, Hirasin? Speak plain for once. You were able to grant kjari Vilenka that." The candle-flames rise with Darhav's temper, and they exhale, letting them down again. Wouldn't want them to burn out early.

Hirasin looks Darhav in the eye for the first time tonight. "Don't give her that. I lost my temper. Don't let me lose it again."

"Speak, Hirasin. I listen." Darhav holds the candlelight still.

"Yes. Okay. Okay. There are gods in Nordgis. Not many.

"In the Old Way, the people served the gods. The Nordne vjed'uma we worked with then, served one too. I know not which. I don't even know how many there are. I don't care to ask. Don't know if they even know." Kosuj assures her that they don't.

"Ask who? Who knows?" interjects Darhav.

Hirasin fixes her gaze on the table. "I am in a pact with a god named Kosuj. And they don't know. Knowing isn't their strong suit. They don't really need to, after all; it is outside their domain.

"Long ago, in the Outerlands, there was a city that served these gods. Our ancestors."

Darhav frowns. "But nothing is left in the Outerlands."

"Yes. And that is why Sadiv thought it better to keep the Old Way buried."

Darhav understands. What happened there? "How long..." Darhav trails off, then tries again. "How long?"

"The Old Way has been dead for hundreds of years. First with the death of the Outerlands, then with Sadiv. I've been working on this for years. There was a lot to learn. Convergence points, the veil, vessels... Whether vessels even work is still to be seen." Hirasin glances at Darhav.

Fear flashes in Darhav's eyes. "You're going to go insane?"

Hirasin lifts a hand to her face. "Stars, no. I'm doing my best not to. I promise, what you've seen of Kosuj is all I have done. This is a new frontier, here."

"Why?" The short sentence hangs in the air for a moment longer than it filled.

Hirasin takes a deep breath before beginning. "Nordgis is behind. Our country was falling into poverty and irrelevance before Ikaroa came to power in Korlan. I took it as an opportunity. I didn't think it would end up like this... but I guess I should have seen it coming. I was drunk on what Kosuj gave me. A breakthrough, coinciding with an opening... Probably the closest to madness I've been."

"And me? You could have banished me like the rest. You could have killed me then, even, probably with little more than a word."

"But I wouldn't. Half because your people would be at my throat in an instant. The other half..." Hirasin takes a deep breath. "I never hated you, Darhav. I've always admired you. The people love you, and you're the best Sornsasamsir the world has seen in decades. Centuries, even. You're incredible. I've always thought so."

Darhav blushes. "And that's why you voted to have me thrown from the Council?" They raise an eyebrow, still pink.

"I did that because I was afraid you were better than me. And also because that was a stupid move of you. Shutting down the capital, Darhav? Really? What do they say? Rare Darhav L?"

Darhav laughs uneasily. "Yeah, okay. That was stupid. I let my temper get the better of me. Something I've been better with, working with you, actually."

Hirasin ignores the compliment. "So there it is. That's all of it. I'm sorry for keeping it from you, and I'm sorry for... bewitching you." She closes her eyes and sighs.

"Thank you, Hirasin. It brings me peace to hear truth." Feram'a ba'i fer'o nare. Truth, feram, and peace, fer, sharing a root in the Northern tongue.

Darhav begins to stand, but Hirasin grabs their hand. It is hot in hers, the hot blood of a Gadrudin running through Darhav's veins.

"Please, don't go. Stay with me." She almost calls on Kosuj for the command to stick. Almost.

"Okay." Darhav sits back down, leaving their hand on the table in Hirasin's. "I stay."

They sit in silence a minute, then two, then four, as time falls away. They watch the candles burn down to the table together, Darhav's left hand in Hirasin's right. Hot skin against cool.

One wick is left, sputtering in the puddle of melted wax left on the tabletop. Hirasin opens her mouth, closes it again. When she tries again, all she manages is a whisper: "Darhav'a, na'a ba'toj ektere ka?" Darhav, will you leave me?

The wick burns out. In its place Darhav lights a tiny piece of starlight, the gift to their people long ago. Spoils of a dead god for the survival of their ancestors.

"Renro." I will not.

A clock chimes midnight.

1.1.2055

#gave up on the background because fuck textures !!!! #ulina #conlang #constructed language #worldbuilding #writing #narrative #wlnb

[mariesfotografier]

#Nordnes #Bergen #norway #buildings #street