Peering through the porch window on an early morning I found myself gazing back from the Darkness beyond. I wasn't quite right this winter - just a shell of what I believed my life to be.
The sun was yet to shine, and only my reflection and the interior of my childhood home on the bird island of Runde was visible to me. Judging by the howling and drum work on the window pane I could still imagine how the Storm must look outside.
This was sometime around Christmas of 2022, and I was Home for the holidays. The typical December storm was approaching, just as I'd grown up with, having lived on the far edge of the World.
This storm, however, brought a calling. As light dawned something drew me closer to the sea. The oceans power was unmatched that day. The waves were foaming at the mouth and charging towards land. Such unstoppable force would only be stopped by the resolute rock face, throwing water several meters in the air.
"Do not turn your back to the ocean" my mother's echo whispered, as I made my way to the shore.
I crossed the main road, confidently trespassed through our neighbors fields, hopped his fence and was suddenly face to face with Mother Nature, herself.
As kids we would have fun by teasing the waves. As the waves receded we'd run down the local Pier ('Moljen') chasing the water, before letting it chase us back to land.
Perhaps a little risqué for my adult mind, I instead found myself an appropriate rock, out of harms way, to bunker down upon. Sitting here amidst flying foam and the salty taste of fresh air I could feel my own darkness lift from my bones. My mind was freed from the clutches of depression, my body from the torments of angst.
Starting to freeze I reached for my pocket and the camera phone inside. This was one of those rare experiences that just needs to be kept just a little while longer.
Ever since, photography has kept with me. Just trying to keep this moment for a little while longer.
I wish for my photographs to cherishing the unspoken world that reveals itself in Serenity.
Freeing yourself of thought allows Seeing, without naming; Feeling, without judging; Thinking, without controlling.
My name is Benjamin Goksøyr, born and bred on the small island Runde, on the west coast of Norway. Currently I am stationed in Oslo, providing photography services and teaching psychology.
I remotely operate Carpatia Art Gallery on my home island with indispensable help from my dear mother.
One of my first "bangers", from the fabled morning detailed above. I was mesmerized by the turquoise color and the white spray in the shape of a butterfly. I was indeed sorely disappointed in the pixelated quality and broken colors of the sky. How could one do better?
Shot on an iPhone 11 Pro.