Bryce Canyon and Capitol Reef

Bryce Canyon National Park was the first proper post-jetlag, now-we’re-getting-sleep-and-have-balance hiking we did. We walked around for hours among the hoodoos and great towering cliffs, breathing deeply, lucky to be there at this point in time, enjoying the magnificence of the reserve. Capitol Reef National Park Another first. I hadn’t actually heard of Capitol Reef before…More

Finding Zion

Utah, USA, November I was born in November, and as we did 2 years ago, Flemming and I celebrated my birthday by spending 2 weeks fully enjoying national parks – this time, all five of Utah’s. We were in the country during the election, but if you didn’t turn on the TV or read the news, there were few signs of the…More

Valby to Vegas

The grey ended in spectacular fashion, during my last week in Denmark. There was glorious sunshine, and Flemming and I got back to Valby (a suburb of Copenhagen where his sister, who kindly hosts us gypsies, lives) in time to catch the trees aglow in Søndermarken. I’ve never been in Denmark so late in the year, and I was…More

Strangers

June 2013, Washington D.C. I rarely stop strangers to ask for a portrait. But back in 2013, I spent some illuminating weeks with photographers in the area – the guys at Strata Collective, Diriki Rice and John Nelson – learning about their practice, and was encouraged to step out of my shell. That time in DC remains one…More

Moving mountains

Badwater Basin, 282 feet below sea level. Death Valley, California, USA. Fujifilm X-Pro 2, XF 35mm F2 | 1/2000 sec, f2, ISO 640More

Jumping Joshua Tree

Joshua Tree National Park, California, USA. Fujifilm X-Pro 2, XF 27mm f2.8 | 1/600 sec, f13, ISO 200More

Pitstop

Sometimes, we find a destination when the journey ends. At other times, only continuance. Motel. Needles, California, USA.More

Convergence

We went looking for America. 10,000 miles in three months. The collision of surfaces: past, present and future. Things converge around him. In the picture: Glacier National Park, Montana, USA.More

The edge

“Do one thing every day that scares you.” ― Eleanor Roosevelt Today, I properly closed a ten year chapter of my life. The math screamed “wrong!” Judgement said “you’re an idiot.” A probable future me said “Nup, shouldn’t have done that.” Tension fled. The mind sagged, relieved. The heart kicked back with a margarita and said “fuck it. Let the games begin.”…More

A clear moon over Truchas

November 2014, New Mexico The High Road to Taos traverses some spectacular landscapes – from the soft hues of the high deserts to the alpine lushness of the mountains. It’s the landscape of my dreams. Promises of unbroken silences abound, a picturesque prospect of peace. Along this road, lies a little town called Truchas. It has a fascinating formative history, some of which is still reality, owing to geographical…More

Looking out at history

El Malpais National Monument is an astounding area of New Mexico covered by the black basalt of ancient lava flows. Brian Miller took us there on a field trip, on one of the last days Flemming and I had in New Mexico. We met another nomad there. At that point in space-time, Kwang (in the picture) had been living out of…More

Such Days As These

[Such Days As These] – Stephen Dobyns Such days as these – radiant afternoons in late fall, the weather so mild that you can sit in the backyard and let the sun caress your face. No leaves, of course. An early frost has finished the flowers though some marigolds are left along the path. Just last week…More

Some kind of paradise

When you cruise down the main street of Truth or Consequences, you’re greeted by vintage signs from which paint peels, a multitude of empty shopfronts, and a hazy-Sunday vibe. It’s the closest city to Spaceport America, but walking around the streets, it feels as though most of the town hasn’t realized that half a century’s gone by since it went from being Hot Springs to Truth or Consequences, for…More

Fire

El Malpais National Monument, New Mexico In all the time I’ve spent in New Mexico over the past couple of years, one thing remains constant: in the end, the light always comes through. Or maybe it’s just being here, that fires the neurons in that particular way.More