BØNESHEIA is where I grew up in. It was my second home and I lived there from the age of 2 to 19. Later I spent a year there in my early twenties. So to be precise, it was both my second and my sixth home. A happy home both times. Bønesheia is a part of an area called BØNES, situated about 10-15 minutes outside of the city center of BERGEN, and even though my GRANDMOTHER used to insist that my sister and I were growing up in the cold and evil CITY, it never felt much like that to me, and it honestly wasn't. Bønesheia was built in the early EIGHTIES, and we were one of the first families to move in. Growing up there I naturally never really gave the place much thought, but as I grew older I started to see it with different eyes. First in terms of aspects like social demographics, I think it must have been the most HOMOGENOUS place to grow up. Not just in terms of jobs, cars and national origin; most kids in my first grade class were the oldest child out of two, and their younger sibling the exact same age as my little sister. I still remember the first time there was a family of something other than Norwegian origin on the bus back home from the city. This was during the period when Bønesheia was my 6th home. Later I started to notice Bønesheia in a purely visual way. This gallery is result of that and it's an ongoing collection of pictures I take when I go back to visit my parents and my childhood home.