Last weekend I joined a photowalk in my own hometown Trondheim. A two hour stroll along a stretch less than a mile, the theme Contrasts.

I know those streets.

I have shared photos from these walks for years.

My family has walked on the same cobblestones for a century.

And yet, always something new, even when everything is old.

Always something I have never seen, even if I have seen it all.

Could it be that way with people too? Do we ever take the time to really look for something new in the people we love or in the people we see every day?

What would we find if we spent two hours concentrating on seeing another side of the persons, the conflicts, the situations, the very life that we think we know?