Showing posts with label Vancouver. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vancouver. Show all posts

Sunday, 27 July 2014

Glass doors



Henrik Nor-Hansen (photo)


She said her children was quite picky when it came to food. Children's strict likes and dislikes are apparantly connected to their identity. "Later we realize that we're no one, and can't stop eating."





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. 







Monday, 18 June 2012

Stress in the city







In Vancouver we bought an expensive herbal tea. It tasted like rotten grass but was supposed to have a calming effect. After five cups of this I realized it had no effects whatsoever. Thinking about the price I even got a bit upset.


Henrik Nor-Hansen