the photographer

I wake up, slowly, it smells autumn. The temperature is low but the sleeping bag is up for the task, I’m not cold. Next to me there is a backpack, the back is ok to carry it, later. Outside the car, it’s the car I had many suns ago, but I won’t be driving it today. I make breakfast, coffee. The ocean is to the right, the glacier to the left. Somewhere in between is […]

He, too, did not have a boat.

As it comes out of the recording device the digital image is sterile. So in an attempt to make the digital image come to life, so to speak, we make changes to the settings, tweak the colours away from Adobe's or the camera maker's or XRite's defaults looking for good looking imperfections. Well, I do.

And even stranger to have been stuck at home with something that resembles an old fashioned cold but these days, who knows? At least I’m among the lucky ones with a computer and internet and some work that can be done. Having been indoors for the last few days perhaps the days are stranger than I realize. The media perspective is only so accurate. Wonder how it all looks, I mean feels, when I get […]

The fact that this particular batch of envelopes reaped no responses doesn’t mean that a future one won’t. Nor does it change the fact that a previous one did. The lack of ROI for these particular envelopes did, however, come with a cost, one that was neither foreseen or anticipated. In hindsight, at this particular point in history, it should have been obvious that the potential concequences might turn out to be a bit of […]

During a less–than–likeley–ever–to–be–realized moment of fantasy I looked up this place in Iceland. It's fairly remote, the last time I was there the only way to reach it could hardly be described as a road. A double track with ambitions perhaps. For all I know that may have changed though. The search engine came up with several informative—for the potential tourist—and less informative pieces. I clicked on the images tab. The first few captured the scenery, there was birdlife, the odd man–made structures in the landscape, people looking out towards the ocean. Then the 4x4 shots, the I conquered the landscape with my vehicle, my extension photos.

Not that kind of stars, but stars that use only a small amount of energy and in return they don’t shine particularly bright. Or for long. Same applies for the hearts I believe, and thumbs, for that matter. I wish there was a way to replace them, with something like a nod, but I guess that would be difficult to illustrate so that we all understood what it meant. Or—and I know I am being […]