A change of tide?

Charlene journal, vagabonding 8 Comments

​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.

Fujinon XF 23mm F2, another lens with gorgeous flare

Charlene gear, journal 28 Comments

It’s been 4 years. I’ve wanted a compact 23mm lens since I first held the X-Pro1, back in mid 2012. I’ve been around the world for the last 4 years with the XF 35mm F1.4 (53mm full frame field of view on Fujifilm X series cameras), and have been hankering after something wider – that classic 35mm f.o.v. At the end of September last year, I bounced into the Fujifilm Nordic room at Photokina, where our long suffering Product Manager Karl was doing three million things around the new medium format beast they’d just announced at the fair, that every man and his dog wanted a piece of. “Do you have a lens for me?” It was the same question I may or may not …

An ode to red rock: Arches and Canyonlands national parks

Charlene journal, vagabonding 6 Comments

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. …

Valby to Vegas

Charlene journal 12 Comments

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 agog the entire time, still not believing that trees do this – turn a colour so incredible I have no words for what it does to my heart. I was reminded of the only other time I experienced fall colors at scale, two years ago now. Flemming and I toured the western half of the USA in late 2014, clocking up 10,000 miles on the rental car during the 3 months we were there. I blogged about …

The endless grey

Charlene journal 7 Comments

Nordjylland, Danmark It’s been about two weeks since I’ve seen any sun. The sky has been a flat not-quite white which fades to black at night, and lightens to an evening shade of grey when it becomes day. It weighs more when a drizzle wanders in, but that is all the change there is. Fog and mist and rain are a hair’s breadth from being the same thing. Shadows are barely perceptible, but the trees that have their leaves are a deep green, and others shedding their foliage are unrepentantly gold. The passage of the season is clearer to me right now than that of a day. The light never shifts except to evaporate at night and coagulate again in the next morning, washing the world dimly. Time is seeing a dark cloud in the great grey. That at least, …

The end of summer

Charlene journal 14 Comments

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 …