Woman waiting.
Mick Jagger and a rockstar.
Rain.
Let’s go hiking.
Evil November
Random shooting in Helsinki
Got lots of non-photographic work nowadays, some programming and with the Norwegian Pressphotographers Association. So there’s been little stuff to put on here. But here you go.
This is actually in Norway.
A short brake.
Bald man on bus.
Visual torture.
Busy finnish people.
Not so busy finnish people.
Athens, Ohio
Walking around in Athens on my first day there I felt great relief. So many young people, so many pretty people, in general, so many people. Most of my trip has gone through outback America, places with as few as 17 people (Middlegate, Nevada), 200 people (Austin, Nevada), 10 000 people (Delta, Utah).
Usually with these small places, anyone who is born there moves away when they reach adulthood, to go to larger cities that can offer schools, universities and cultural events in general.
I guess the same problem exists all over the world, the bigger issue of urbanization.
Athens have the opposite problem – young people come in hordes every september, trashing the town in some aspects, and bringing so much back in a lot of others.
I read in a newspaper while I was there, that the fire department had to put out a couch that was burning in the street. There was a big street party going on, where several houses were participating. Reportedly, the crowd of 2 500 people chanted “NUMBER ONE PARTY SCHOOL” as the firemen extinguished the couch.
Now, I wasn’t at that party in particular, but I was at a concert in someones basement, at a combined concert and art exhibition, a chili cook-off where the mayor of the town were one of the judges. This contest of gastronomical skills ended in a spontaneous rap concert in the backyard. I guess non of these things would have happened if it weren’t for all the students.
Austin, Nevada, population 200
One of three churches in Austin, Nevada
Tim, Vietnam War veteran, outside the bar he tends.
Joe Montana, votes McCain, at the International Bar in Austin.
“You’ll never be broke, you’ll always have a dollar in Austin.”
Vic Antic, bartender at International Bar in Austin.
View to the west from Austin.
Ol’ Waynard
I met Ol’ Waynard outside the McDonalds where the I-5 and CA-46 intersects, just northwest of Bakersfield, California.
Waynard has been hitchhiking for the last 15 years. Non-stop. Imagine that. He’s 71 years old, and crushed his ankle in an hit-and-run maybe 50 years ago. He still struggles with his injury.
He had a map of the USA, where he had marked all the roads he had hitchhiked with a yellow marker. The map was full of yellow lines going crisscross over it.
Sadly I was going in the opposite direction, so I couldn’t give him a ride. Now, I regret that I didn’t take the extra six hours to give him a lift to whereever he was going. I’m thinking, a guy like that, has to be great company.
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