A Lens of Compassion: Ode to Ken Opprann
Photo Credit:Hanne Eide Andersen
In the realm where shadows dance and light unfolds, A lens captures tales, both young and old. Meet Ken Opprann, a maestro with the eye, In the tapestry of moments, his stories lie.
From the Art Academy in San Francisco's embrace, To Oslo's heart, his lens found its place. A night photographer for Aftenposten, he stood, Chasing stories beneath the moonlit hood.
Reportage and documentaries, his canvas vast, Traversing the globe, from first to last. Awards adorned his photographic flight, In the silent language of images, he wrote with might.
"TRO," a tome exploring religions worldwide, A photographic pilgrimage, a visual guide. Kosovo, Iceland, South Africa's stage, In exhibitions, his narratives engage.
Published pages tell of monumental art, "The National Museum," a tale to impart. And in "500 Seconds from the Sun's warm glow, Ken's lens whispers stories, both high and low.
Varanasi, a muse close to his heart, In its cultural embrace, he found his part. From Norway's shores to India's serene, A bridge of compassion, his lens between.
A fateful email, a moment engraved, In 2011, a world in shock and grief bathed. Ken's words echo, a plea for open hearts, Against terror's tide, where healing starts.
Through nightmares and days heavy with despair, Ken's lens remains, a testament rare. For in photographs, stories eternally speak, Of love, resilience, and the human spirit's peak.
In Oslo's embrace, where the Cathedral stands, United by grief, in open hands. A prayer for peace, an unyielding stand, In Ken's lens, a vision grand.
In Varanasi's sacred river's flow, And in Norway's tranquil, white winter's snow, Ken Opprann's lens, a beacon bright, Illuminating stories in the gentle light. |
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