I walked around the center of Copenhagen for hours today.
And realized with a jolt, that after all the time I’ve spent here – every summer for the last 3 years – I’ve never been out in it on my own. This being Flemming’s home city, I’m always with him when we’re here.
But today I padded around the city in the way I’ve done in so many others as long as I’ve lived this travelling life: Alone, allowing its rhythm and melody to settle under my skin. Made some pictures. Lots of crap, as always happens when I am somewhere new (and Copenhagen might as well be new, for all the attention I haven’t paid it until now). There might be an award winner or 7 in there, but I’ll never know. As much as it was about making pictures, it was not about the pictures. It was about finding my footing in this place. Despite the amount of time I spend here, there’s never any real time for mindless ambling. There is always more to do than there are hours in my 90 days for.
But tonight was mine alone. Watched the city sink deep into the electric darkness and continued my beat until the cold got to me. I was revitalized, unsluggified.
And tomorrow, we leave for Germany.
There’s a Fujifilm photowalk at Photokina where you might find us at the end of next week.