there is a place called Now. I was there the summer of 2012. I went past in my car, driving from the west cost of norway somewhere, and turned in on an open space before the sign. quiet and untouched this little village laid, like a cliché between the fjords and the mountains. the people in Now had placed a little yellow flower bin under the lamppost the sign was attached to. They obviously had a good sense of the floral. a population with green thumbs, and norway's only village where time stands still. I was really not sure if this was a real place, or if I had run my car for so long that I had reached some sort of point zero. a sanctuary outside of time. or just the edge of the excictence. I decided to photograph the sign. I thought my disposable camera would do the job, and found a little stripe of grass between the road and the place where my car was parked (I avoid to go out into the road, to not having to put myself in danger of traffic, even if it was not that much traffic on that day). I placed the subject, that is, the blue sign, in the middle (more or less), and clicked the shutter.
it was a nice picture. I only regret that didn't photographed it with a better camera, so I could scale it up to a picture of fifteen times twenty feet, and hung it up on a big building in tokyo maybe. I tried to find it on google maps, but without success. it seemed as if the village were either too small for the satellites, had been merged with a larger village due to poor economy, or simply disappeared. I was a bit sad, considering the fact that I had been wanting to go back to the mountains and the yellow flower bin, where time stands still. back to now.