Have you watched Dual Vision?

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Ok, I know I mentioned it in the last post, but I really need to make a big deal out of this because it’s awesome. Well, maybe “awesome” isn’t quite the word for it. But it’s weird. And quirky. And if you haven’t watched it, you really should. Not because you’re going to love it. It may well not be your cup of tea, but you might have a laugh. And the intro is pretty cool. As is the outro. And after being in both the X-E3 promo video and this one, this is the last time I’m going to appear in front of the camera ever…. or if not ever, for many many many years to come. What’s the point of being a photographer …

By any other name

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You know, I’m really not a flower person. I like flowers well enough where they naturally occur, but I would be a bit horrified to be presented a bouquet of the things, artfully arranged for the blushing beauty queen mincing down an aisle in slinky bindings and hobbles, an ensemble popularly known as “dress and shoes.” And roses, don’t even get me started on those senselessly overpriced, high maintenance, fast dying tokens of “love.” Wait, you say, I’m not really sure how you feel about flowers. It appears karma wasn’t either. New Zealand’s brand of cosmic justice is humorous though. New Zealand presented me with a flower – nay, a rose – I could learn to be fond of. This one below? It’s called a …

Graphite cognition

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Day 71 of 100, Nordjylland, Danmark I got a new camera today. It’s a new X-Pro2, identical in every way to the other I was using, except for its new metallic gunmetal trim, instead of customary black skin. Fuji calls this color Graphite. It comes with a 23mm F2 lens and vented hood in the same gorgeous tint. The X-Pro2 I’d been using until a month ago had a busted viewfinder. The switch that disabled the optical viewfinder when you put it into electronic viewfinder mode, broke. So flicking the viewfinder to electronic, you’d get a digital image overlaying the regular one through the glass. You couldn’t see the digital overlay at all in sunlight, but it was pretty disorienting by night. I needed a …

Moo day

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Day 68 of 100, northern Jutland, Denmark The cow is of the bovine ilk; one end is moo, the other milk. – Ogden Nash Today’s post is a little different from my usual aimlessly-gazing-at-navel variety, because today we did something. Went out into the world, purposely came into contact with the community, interacted with people, watched cows dance. Today is Økodag, the day where organic dairy cows across the country are let out to pasture for the first time after a long winter of being cooped up in their barns. This is a big event in Denmark, and participating farms make their own little “festival” of it, opening their premises to the public (usually families with small children, city folk, and odd balls like us). …

A change of tide?

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​I mark 4 years of this nomad life in a few days. I’ve always celebrated this particular anniversary in the hardest place to travel: back home. January is a difficult month. This January has been different though. I marked the first day of 2017 with friends I missed, and went to fetch Flemming from the airport, after a month of him being elsewhere, all in the same day. Last night I met a wonderful group of local photographers from Her Side Of The Street, a global street photography community. In the course of photographic conversation, I started to think that I might one day figure out a way home.

An ode to red rock: Arches and Canyonlands national parks

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I’ve been trying to write this post for a very long time, finding it difficult to articulate the hold that Arches National Park has over my imagination. It is the one national park that I could swear, knows me by name. It’s a ridiculous thing to say, particularly for someone who’s a city slicker to the core. If the park did have a voice and addressed me by name, I doubt I’d hear it. I am equipped to parse urban environments, but the outdoors fill me wonder for more than just their magnificence; my utter unfamiliarity with the code of natural environments is also rather awesome. The park is, appropriately, full of natural sandstone arches – it has the highest density of these peculiar, majestic formations of anywhere in the world, along with spires, fins and other varied geological forms. …

Finding Zion

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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 political contention heating the wires. Zion National Park This was my first visit to Zion. I started this post fully intending to post a big bunch of pictures, because it was so so beautiful, and such a welcome change after the garishness of Vegas. Then I discovered I don’t have many pictures to post. Right. What I remember most of Zion, is the shuttle that you have to take to get around the scenic …

The end of summer

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Nordjylland, Danmark After days of glorious sunshine the weather moved in, and on Sunday rain clouds were piled grouchily on the horizon. By mid morning, everything had a slate grey cast to it. “Let’s go to the beach,” Flemming’s Dad said. The last time we were in Thorup, it was really foggy. When we got there this time, the boats were all sitting snug on the sand, and the sea behind them was brokenly striped in rushing foam and dark water. My hat blew off my head into a puddle when I stepped out of the car. We’d come down to get some fish from the shop, but it was closed. With the main mission foiled, we enjoyed the coming of the rain instead, at the edge of the water. Ten minutes to run around the boats before …

The streets I see

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Belgrade, Serbia “What genre of photography do you specialize in?” was the first question. I hmmed and hawwed on the keyboard: typed, tried words out for fit, deleted and started over. My relationship with this thing I do has been doubt-ridden from the beginning. I call myself a street photographer because its mode – harvesting unscripted pictures from whatever/wherever the situation – describes how i work. But my work itself isn’t razor sharp like those whose images define the genre. I am an ardent admirer of street photography’s many gods, among them Alex Webb, Natelle Autio, Trent Parke, Matt Stuart,Helen Levitt, Jesse Marlow, Elliot Erwitt, and recently, the women whom I haven’t read about in its scrolls: Sabine Weiss, Xyza Bacani, Elena Maiorova, and any/all of these amazing photographers, whose work …