October 15, 2019

Processing pictures from a trip, no matter how long or short, is: looking at them, making an initial selection, start editing, come back to them, refine them, post them, make a smaller selection, make an alternative selection, kill some darlings, discover new ones, edit some more, put a frame around them, post them, look at them, be in doubt, be happy with it, be in doubt again, make an addition to the website. Fumble with layouts. Write a blog post about it. Continue editing. Etc. At some point I’m done. Not definitely, but for the time being. And only then, I can start thinking about making new pictures. 

Not everyone does this. Some people leave them be and move on to other projects or pictures. Occassionally making an edit and posting a photo, along with other pictures from different shoots. And I suspect many people do that. I’m all for it really, creating some distance to the outcome is probably a good idea. Being patient and having a fresher look at it later is probably a good idea. All good, solid ideas. But I can’t. I need to work my way through the whole lot, now, not later. The fact that he didn’t, made me feel like an overly eager amateur.

But then, I am, so I might as well act on it. It’s not just about processing pictures and being curious about the possible results though. It’s also about processing an experience. Prolonging the experience by remembering it, as well as deepen it somehow. Going back to these places and how I felt about them, or how I feel about them now. Working on the pictures is a sort of closure to an open end.

Two pictures from a small series taken on Gullfjellet, Bergen Norway.

A two-day tourist

October 2, 2019

By boarding that plane, I was willing to take the risk that adding a face and a voice to the conversation, my own in particular, would change everything. Regardless of whether it did or didn't, there was something stronger than the fear that it would. A desire to become human. For us to be human to each other.

Pictures taken on 28 and 29 September in Norway. All Nikon. Ferry and road to Byrknes (day 1) and Gullfjellet, Bergen (day 2).


September 10, 2019
For a long time, I thought Finnmark didn’t really exist. Without actually thinking about it, if it did or didn’t exist, let alone looking it up on a map, I sort of assumed it was a fictional region made up by W.F. Hermans. A compound of Finland and Denmark, haha. Clever. But it does exist. 

White reindeer and a café in Lebesby.

The perfect mountain

September 7, 2019

The pictures I take in the mountains are often surprisingly boring. Or they come from just plain bad picture taking. I should do better than that, really. There is, after all, the slow pace of hiking, the lovely landscapes and a 1300 euro camera on my back. No reason why I shouldn’t come home packed with gorgeous mountain scenes. But as it turns out, even when I think it’s not, or it shouldn’t be: taking good pictures is difficult, no matter how slow, lovely or expensive. The camera (the Fuji) is a thing though, after all this time I still feel I have no real authority over it, it’s too unpredictable what comes out of it. I find it easier to rely on the Nikon, but it’s too much of a weight to carry all the way up.

And there’s this weird little thing about mountains: I often think: Why should I bother taking a picture of this mountain? It’s never going to be as good as the best mountain picture I have ever taken. Not a constructive thought, I know. So I take the picture anyway. But I’m right. It’s never as good as this.

Pictures taken in or around Mehamn, Lofoten, Senja and Lyngsalpan. All Norway, all Fuji.

The greater good

August 9, 2019

I ended up with a few black and whites. Only a few, but apart from liking them, I feel I need them to balance the prettiness of the colour landscapes. Although, how pretty they are is up for debate of course. From where I’m sitting, prettiness is more of a pitfall than something to strive for. So I made them part of the series*, these monochromes, although no travelogue has ever been less of a series than this one. So perhaps I shouldn’t even bother. But I do want to give each of those travelogues a place to exist, for better or worse. Not from a ‘look I’ve been there’ perspective, but because I want to properly face the photographic outcome. To better understand what it takes to photograph a series. To understand what it is that I want, really. What do various selections look like, what am I missing, what darlings need to be killed for the greater good, and, most of all: what is ‘the greater good’. What to do with different image proportions, with different scales – landscapes, close ups - what to do with black and white pictures when the majority is in colour. What does it look like in a slider, what if I would scatter them around on a page randomly. It’s like telling a story with a only very few words available, but with endless possibilities nevertheless.

*and then I didn’t.

These last two are from Gryllefjord. From wandering around the village for a bit before boarding on the ferry to Andenes. Above: view from that ferry.