Spent some time crawling inside rocks, shortly after descending 100ft hanging in a rope. Less claustrofobic than scared of heights, apparently.
Lots of driving, lots of rocks, and not very crowded this week.
Off to work.
Glad fars dag! @lundbladarne
14 years ago (!?) I studied photography at Viebäck fotoskola. One of the tasks was to arrange a trip somewhere in the world, for a documentary project. I chose to go to Gdansk, and stay in a Catholic hospice for two weeks. It was a rare experience to be so close to death, but people seemed mostly at ease. There was a language barrier with the elderly, so mostly we communicated with gestures, bad German, or not at all, just spending time together. I learned the value of letting things take time and move slowly, and how photography can mean simply spending time, and acknowledging eachother. I didn't take more than two rolls of film per day, and didn't need to. This is a rare luxury in professional settings, but something to remind oneself of. Then Pope John Paul II died, and I completely dropped the ball, and didn't stay an extra week to travel around Poland, which I still can't believe.