It’s not my cross to bear…

I like to do a little woodcarving when I get the chance, in this case a celtic cross.  One day here in Oslo when the weather was cooperating and I was banging away in the courtyard, I had a little helper come work with me for a while…seems I’m not the only one who likes to see the chips fly.  He hung out with me for a bit, being helpful in the tradition of his kind, and then moved on to greener pastures when he tired of the game.  I’ve found that people in Oslo don’t readily approach strangers, but apparently the sight of some nut carving religious icons out in the open is simply irresistible bait…Night Fury in the photo below was not the only one who stopped to chat while I whittled away.  Below my helper is the finished product.  (23 May, 2011 Oslo, Norway)                                  

That’s the power of love…

We saw the face of evil on the 22nd of July, 2011 here in Oslo.  The world press did a fair job of reporting the facts on the ground, confusing as they were in the early hours.  What is hard to adequately convey is the strength and resilience of the Norwegian people.  The delusional pest who bombed the Government building and then carefully targeted children on an island in the fjord meant to sow hate, fear, and distrust.  Norway refused to be led down his path…they responded with love for their fellow man.  The image below is of a boarded-up shop window near the site of the bombing. (29 July, 2001  Oslo, Norway)