Trond
@trondfroestad
Wandering photographer || Still sitting civil servant || Oxford Brookes Photography MA
Installing and testing the system for next week’s exhibition. Opening Saturday, 22 August at 12:00. A great day spent solving problems, building spaces, and working alongside Axel Rios.
Saltlight, stanza 2 Salt crystals honing the dance each peak of light scattering a rail, a shadow receding
Saltlight Stars captured in the gentle roll a quiet flicker diffusing a fork, a knife drifting
As this year and the magic of its journey come to a close, I want to wish you a warm season shaped by memories and care for one another. In moments that ask us to part, I hope we keep choosing to stay human, together. Safe travels, home. #photography
Connecting the image with a short series on what it takes to keep old dreams alive, tracing the ripples of how policy decisions shape everyday life—for the many, and for the few.
With the town’s budget due next week, this scan from the project reflects a scar in local lore: a space once intended to be a public swimming pool, now facing uncertain times. #photography
After last week’s post on duality, I’ve been drawn to how layout choices can carry a quiet pull. Working with partial bleeds, I find myself resisting the urge to lock the edit into structure, while still keeping the image held in place. The edges can guide the reading, shifting the weight on a page.
Standing before a fence, I think about the duality of man. Two surfaces differ, yet both draw the eye toward the space between them. The greys shift, and what once felt solid begins to soften at the edges. #photography
I thought it would be fun to try something different. Instead of single posts, I’ll share a short series from one film roll. It’s an interesting exercise, trying to edit a narrative of tension within the limits of 36 frames. I’m searching to connects valleys and peaks within those boundaries.
Flakse: a Norwegian word for the gentle flutter of wings, a brief movement that disturbs still air. It is how space shifts, how light adjusts, how small moments can carry the weight of our times. Within frames, we try to hold these quiet shifts, shaping how we see. #photography
Reflecting on this corner, to challenge the fixed. The road bends toward the cruise port and the old shipyard, now a staging ground for oil and gas platforms. Once, ships were built here. The landscape has changed, but the rhythm remains. It is where the town meets the deep dark coldness of the sea.
Trying to get some walk the floor editing done. Someone’s go other plans. #photography
Working through contact sheets makes time visible. Each frame carries not only light but also the experience between capture and return. Editing becomes a part of listening to the delay, where distance settles into memory and attention enhances what remains. #photography
Working back through a body of work is a quiet act of rediscovery. Photographs once seen as fragments begin to connect, forming a thread between what was felt in the moment and what is framed within the edit. #photography