24 Jan 2015


dive for dreams
or a slogan may topple you
(trees are their roots
and wind is wind)

18 Jan 2015


These are some photos my brother took of me, and some I took of him and the Danish landscape. Sometimes, when I really miss him, because he's so close to me, and a part of me, I look at the photos of our times spent together.

I think this was probably the coolest roadtrip we ever did. It was towards the murky, grey end of summer in Hamburg. And we were blessed with sunshine and blue sky, booked a rental car last-minute and enjoyed a weekend in Denmark. We didn't even pack sunscreen because we thought the weather would be so bad.

And my brother, having bunked a day of work, returned to the office on Monday morning with sunburn.

17 Jan 2015


“It was all unknown to me then, as I sat on that white bench on the day I finished my hike. Everything except the fact that I didn't have to know. That is was enough to trust that what I'd done was true. To understand its meaning without yet being able to say precisely what it was, like all those lines from The Dream of a Common Language that had run through my nights and days. To believe that I didn't need to reach with my bare hands anymore. To know that seeing the fish beneath the surface of the water was enough. That it was everything. It was my life - like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.” 

― Cheryl Strayed

4 Jan 2015


My brother has started his own business as a photographer.
He created an awesome and sleek website.
I am impressed.