January 3, 2014 § Leave a comment
A young father bottle-fed his 15-day-old son in our waiting room. The son had a rare syndrome and the bottle was fitted to his condition. Milk was spilling out. The father kept on feeding, talking to his son and wiping his chin. « Read the rest of this entry »
November 17, 2011 § Leave a comment
A nurse talked to the family outside the room while I photographed the little girl they had just lost.
In black and white.
The teddy bear she had her arm around wore a t-shirt with a picture of her.
She had hair in that color picture.
July 29, 2011 § Leave a comment
Today, one week after the tragedies in Oslo and at Utøya, we went to the city center to lay down roses in front of Oslo cathedral in memory of those who died.
We were abroad when terror struck, and the city we left was not the same we returned to. But it was not a deserted, frightened place. It was full of flowers and people in silent contemplation.
Please consider signing the official book of condolence.
October 18, 2010 § 1 Comment
A hospital stay can be an adventure and it can be a nightmare. This is the story of two kids from the skin ward I photographed the other day. « Read the rest of this entry »