Month: August 2016

Water

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For eons I was locked in frozen wastes Again and again I roared in majestic falls I have gurgled in clear highland springs And carried the filth of vast cities Small crafts have I carried safely across oceans Great oak hulls have I dashed to pieces I have filled the lungs of drowning sailors And watched their bodies dissolved Flames have enraged me And I have vented my anger on shiny turbine blades I sparkled with ice in crystal glasses And mingled with silt in muddy holes, that saved the lives of man and beast I have floated as clouds in summer skies And swirled as smoke filled fog amongst gas lit tenements I have sparkled as morning dew on flowers And been the rain that smashed the fragile petal I have quenched the thirst of parched lands And in a torrent swept away all life I have been the soft snow And the sparkling frost on twigs and leaves I have shone as a mirror in still lakes And thundered against jagged rocks I have been the tears of joy And the sweat of fear I have been life from the very beginning The end comes not after me Eternally moving eternally changing Forever returning, moving and stopping I am water
For eons I was locked in frozen wastes
Again and again I roared in majestic falls
I have gurgled in clear highland springs
And carried the filth of vast cities
Small crafts have I carried safely across oceans
Great oak hulls have I dashed to pieces
I have filled the lungs of drowning sailors
And watched their bodies dissolved
Flames have enraged me
And I have vented my anger on shiny turbine blades
I sparkled with ice in crystal glasses
And mingled with silt in muddy holes, that saved the lives of man and beast
I have floated as clouds in summer skies
And swirled as smoke filled fog amongst gas lit tenements
I have sparkled as morning dew on flowers
And been the rain that smashed the fragile petal
I have quenched the thirst of parched lands
And in a torrent swept away all life
I have been the soft snow
And the sparkling frost on twigs and leaves
I have shone as a mirror in still lakes
And thundered against jagged rocks
I have been the tears of joy
And the sweat of fear
I have been life from the very beginning
The end comes not after me
Eternally moving eternally changing
Forever returning, moving and stopping I am water
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The arnachist

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A few kilometres from where I live is a large institution, that houses all the asylum seekers that arrive in Denmark. A number of years ago a big demonstration in favour of refused asylum seekers was called. The participants ranged from well meaning grandparents to people on the far left of the political spectrum including youngsters belonging to anarchistic groups. Young parents brought their babies in prams and then complained bitterly, when the police, not surprisingly, found it necessary to use tear gas. I got a few shots of this youngster busy painting graffiti on the road signs. Camera Nikon D300
A few kilometres from where I live is a large institution, that houses all the asylum seekers that
arrive in Denmark. A number of years ago a big demonstration in favour of refused asylum seekers was called. The participants ranged from well meaning grandparents to people on the far left of the political spectrum including youngsters belonging to anarchistic groups. Young parents brought their babies in prams and then complained bitterly, when the police, not surprisingly, found it necessary to use tear gas. I got a few shots of this youngster busy painting graffiti on the road signs.
Camera Nikon D300

Ironman Copenhagen

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Yesterday I photographed "Ironman Copenhagen" I was lucky to be here when the twins Steen and Peder Mondrup came past. They were born premature and Peder is severely disabled because of lack of oxygen during birth, Steen takes him all through the course. In 2013 they finished in well over 15 hours. The first stage, the swimming, he pulls him in a canoe. For the 180 Km cycle ride he has a special trailer and for the marathon he pushes him in a special cart. Camera Nikon D7100
Yesterday I photographed “Ironman Copenhagen” I was lucky to be here when the twins Steen and Peder Mondrup came past. They were born premature and Peder is severely disabled because of lack of oxygen during birth, Steen takes him all through the course. In 2013 they finished in well over 15 hours.
The first stage, the swimming, he pulls him in a canoe. For the 180 Km cycle ride he has a special trailer and for the marathon he pushes him in a special cart.
Camera Nikon D7100