On a cold winter day, she was born in the city of Shanghai. It was snowing, and snowing, as if it would never come to an end. Her dad, looking out of the window, absorbed in his thoughts. It rarely snows here, must be a meaning hidden in the magic of this beautiful moment, so he thought.
Dad gave her the name Snow, a celebration of the arrival of his little girl. But there was something he didn’t know, his little girl has a dreamy soul.
Her soul, like the snow flying lightly, hither and thither, is wandering around in the woods, floating on the lakes, and then resting on the trees. It never settles down.
Dad’s hair has turned grey, his face full of deep lines. The meaning of it, he sighs, the meaning of snow falling on that beautiful day. He nods to himself, a smile appears on his face, so faint, so gentle.
Photos of winter landscapes taken during her morning jog on 24 November, the day before her birthday. In the woods not far from her home, in Oslo, Norway.