I honestly have no idea how the image above of the rooftops through the trees appears to others whose gaze might sweep by, by coincidence or not. How could I? I just know that it brings back memories of one of my least elegant periods to date. Don’t think miserable would be an overstatement. Some ok photographs happened though, during the misery, at least they feel right somehow. Almost as if they are tangible, carry […]
In 2015 my family and I visited Stykkishólmur. I took some photographs. They didn’t turn out any good but one way or the other the place left its mark. Then, during the time between then and now, the images have somehow confirmed what seems to be the core of my photography; to provide comments on this and that, perspectives, answers perhaps, to questions that didn’t get asked at the time and probably never would have […]
I used to always want to be the one with the Horseman 612, an expensive Sekonic, and a large bag full of 120s. It was probably more about the Horseman than what might have been produced with it.
I know.. No, strike that. I have an idea about what I’m looking at. And I do wonder what you are seeing. Then there is the underlying element that if I communicate what I’m looking at it will influence what you see. And as much as I’d rather not—influence—there really isn’t any way around it, is there? In 2011 I started photographing places where people live, from afar. I called them Homes, the images. Here […]
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 […]
Ustaoset is a small village in the middle of Norway. Its claim to fame, if it is at all famous that is, came with the railway between east and west. And a skiing event, large for its kind I believe, although I’m not sure if that type of skiing is very popular outside of Norway. And huts. And Hallingskarvet, the short montain range just above it. Not very many people live there though, according to […]
Aperture has a workshop. They ask: “Do you know where you’re going next with your photography–or where it’s taking you?” Good thing you asked, Aperture. Honestly, I have no idea. I do know this, though: I photograph because it is the communication, the one that is. Even if it exists partly, mostly, exclusively even, in a void*. An empty room, where the images and what they carry bounces between the walls, slightly altering meaning and/or […]
Perhaps it’s as simple as this. That I need to accept the fact that in my near future there is a square 120 film back, a 55mm lens and a camera that can move it around. Up, down, and to the sides. Well, not necessarily to the sides. And by the look of this shopping list, no kidneys in my abdomen. Guess it isn’t. That simple that is. They do keep messing with my head […]
I have no vision, I just like to imagine that I do. Pretend. (It’s enough now, you can stop writing.) I do, however, like the associations that come with the image of a trail, or road. How it hints at not being here anymore, but somewhere else. Around the next turn. And how I don’t know anything about this elsewhere, yet. Wanderlust. Wanderlust vision would make a potensially successful instagram account, or similar. I’m sure […]
That is, Streetrepeat as in here, on Instagram. Streetrepeat “is an Instagram account [..] born out of a fascination for the amount of repeated patterns in street photography, particularly on Instagram.” It takes a popular (apparently) theme, finds three photographs by three different photographers and posts them one after the other. That’s the short version, more to read at their site. As for what I think about it.. I can certainly admit to finding it […]
