Monday 29 July 2013

Lakeshore Loop




Henrik Nor-Hansen (photo)




I kept coming back to this neighborhood in Wasilla, Alaska. Although it wasn't really a neighbor- hood. Not yet.

I've always been slightly afraid of old houses. I guess an old house is somewhat associated with the deceased.
But this was different. It was as if I felt uneasy about the future, and everything that will take place in the years to come.

Henrik Nor-Hansen (photo)

What kind of people will be living here? How many kids will grow up, and what kind of people will they become? What will their memories be?












Wednesday 24 July 2013

Getting around





"Imagine that we could share each other. That would eventually mean less walking."





Sunday 21 July 2013

At the bookstore




Henrik Nor-Hansen (photo)

"I saw this beautiful woman at the bookstore, and afraid of being looked upon as too old I looked at her with disgust."

Henrik Nor-Hansen (photo)






Thursday 18 July 2013

Vancouver in the dark



Henrik Nor-Hansen (photo)


Henrik Nor-Hansen (photo)


Henrik Nor-Hansen (photo)


I still wonder why the Chinese were so afraid of me taking pictures. They ducked their heads as if they were dodging bullets. Or they picked up a phone, letting me discreetly know that steps were taken.

I kept riding. I had borrowed a bike from some friends and in the dark I could stop wearing that damn helmet.