Just because…

…I can. The number of gear-related hits I’m getting are a little bit alarming. If you’re new to this site, you should probably know that I don’t write about gear much, and when I do, it’s inevitably use-based. I use good gear and there are plenty of others who can tell you, more lyrically than I, about why and how…More

Iron

When I snapped this photo back in 2013 in Frederiksborg Slot, it was because I couldn’t resist the analogy of knights and shining armor begging to be made (and the light falling on both was beautiful). But our lives aren’t half as burdened as those who live in distress, and/or fight in enough metal to construct a car with. The…More

Parallels

“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour…More

Foggy Ground

The most ordinary of things are rendered strange by fog. Self, other, sight, direction. Landscape and memory. This Danish summer had been untypically sunny as it always is when I am there; the day before, crop fields undulated for miles in the clear air, bare and golden after the harvest. This image is part of a larger essay…More

On the roving life

Picture: Denmark to Germany –  ferry from Rødby to Puttgarden. When I first left for this voluntary nomad life at the beginning of 2013, I was scared. Throw-up-on-my-pants-at-boarding-gate scared. I was secretly hoping that a whole other me would emerge after some time intrepidly living in strange places. You know the one – the smart, courageous, bull-horn-grabbing adventurer.…More

The significance of walking

Picture: Streetside, downtown Copenhagen, Denmark. Safety is something that is always on my mind. Wherever I happen to be, I look to the local women to show me how much range I have. In a new place, how free women (like me, or not) are to walk, speak, dress, etc without inhibition, is the greatest reflection of…More

Bridge to Sweden

Borderless crossings between the countries belonging to Schengen, remain a novelty to me. It is a source of fascination that I can catch a train between Denmark and Sweden, or make a short gander into France, from Germany, to have lunch (as happened a couple of weeks ago), without having my passport checked or going through customs. Long may we…More

Song and Sustenance: A new direction for the X-Pro 1

Remember how I said I owned 3 cameras in the last post? Well, I don’t anymore. My battered old X-Pro 1 is getting a new lease on life, after having scoured the streets of many a city, and survived collisions with floors, roads, walls and a multitude of other surfaces. It is moving on to gentler hands, and new purpose:…More

To all the Fujis I’ve loved before: X-Pro 1, X-T1, X-T10, X-E2

I’ve owned three Fuji X-series cameras since I made the switch from a DSLR kit three years ago, and have enjoyed them all. Going mirrorless has been a good move for someone who has to drag all her stuff around with her everywhere she goes. Using Fuji has meant owning a tough, lightweight kit that delivers pro quality…More

Shifting Views

Climbing to the top of Christiansborg Tårnet yields a full panorama of the city. On this particular day, you could see across Øresund to Sweden.More

Bodies

Artist Dries Verhoeven has a project called Ceci N’est Pas…  being shown in Copenhagen at the moment (if you read Danish, read the article on Politiken). That day’s installation involved a woman in the nude sitting in that glass box, wearing a mannequin’s face (literally). A provoking commentary on our increasing fixation with youthfulness in an ageing society.More