
In a field (doh) near Hjørring, Denmark

While driving to Hardangervidda – the largest eroded plateu in northern Europe – you might see Gaustatoppen – The highest mountain of Telemark.

I do not remember which one, but, being in Prague, it was magnificent.

Class trip to Dublin. Guinness, fresh as fresh can be, was sampled. My greasiest breakfast ever was gulped down the morning after the sampling. I am sure there was knowledge gained too. Perhaps even relevant to the course.

Taken on a walk in the woods of Telemark.


Concert with Jarle Bernhoft at Kroa i Bø. The lighting was good and Bernhoft has a naturally photogenic way about him; easy and enjoyable to shoot.
One of the greatest perks for an amateur to work at Kroa i Bø, and why I love being part thereof, is the opportunity to photograph artists of any caliber. Getting practice with the minors and the greats alike.

Destroyed my rear wheel while biking. Built a new one cannibalizing parts from another wheel. Successful repair, as opposed to the two attempts below.
Straightening rim by way of two pallets, two feet, no common sense. What could possibly go wrong?

Inner tube exploded with an ear deafening PAH-FHOOMP! 4-5 meters after trying to get back home using this “solution”.


Spent a year close to this place down under.

From a more or less desolate house in a more or less desolate village in Spain.

My girlfriend’s dad’s wife’s family has this great place on a small island outside of Kragerø, Telemark, Norway. There was some amusement when I announced that I would bring my bike. There was even more amusement when I rode it to the highest hill on the island. I am sure you will be amused to learn that this “hill” stands a mighty fifty-five metres tall above sea level.
But the mostest amusest was I, who got to sit in silence with my bestest metal friend, as seen on this photo right here.

Found this in my bed one night. Wonder if it means something?