Tarjei Vesaas was hard to photograph. He was very embarrassed, didn't like it, so feel free to away every time you wanted to take a picture. When I wanted to take a picture of him in the work room, which was filled with paper and book piles as it used to be, I had to wait outside until he had cleared. When the door went up was the Office totally blown, and Vesaas set rigidly behind the desk. I asked if he could not see in a book or something, and he suited up to an intense study of the railway timetable for Norway. He thawed a bit up when he realized I was bygdemenneske, and that we both were order to be guys who were a little sad. On the day we rowed over to a fiskebu he had. We were given a little more time together and got a little better known. On the way back he sat on rotofta, I sat on the midtofta. He responds to something, it stops to rest, looking directly at me. All of a sudden I got the regular contact with him, and I took the picture. There are some times you press the shutter button, that you feel that there, where I got something. It's not all too often.
Som oversettes, vennligst vent...
