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Have you watched Dual Vision?

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 …

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By any other name

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 …

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Graphite cognition

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 …

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Moo day

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. …

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A change of tide?

​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 …

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An ode to red rock: Arches and Canyonlands national parks

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 …

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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 …

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The end of summer

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 …

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The streets I see

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 …

Close enough

Belgrade, Serbia It’s all in the wheels. Trains, buses, cars, bikes, skates… and trams. I can’t get enough of trams in Belgrade. The clank and sway of the half-century old tram cars on the No.2 line and the smooth contemporariness …

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Belgrade to Bar, and Back Again

May 2016, Serbia to Montenegro “Are you looking for something specific?” the big, craggy man sitting next to me wanted to know, having listened to my camera schnicking away since he got in from one of the small towns near the border. “No,” I responded. “Just the scenery. It’s …