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I told myself that I’d do one post per month, here I am, on the last day of April, reminding the internet of the self portraits I do, realising that I haven’t done this since February, and my March post was secret. It’s not that I haven’t got anything to say, I’m just a terrible procrastinator and slacker… I promise I’ll make it up next month… Pretty please.

So without further ado, what I believe are my best self-portraits since last time:

February 28th:

One of my darker portraits, conceived without the candles and just my lit up face, I preferred it like this however, it gave the picture a certain balance.

March 2nd:

B is for balloons, during March, I did a letter of the alphabet (in order) each day. It meant that March so far has been my best self portrait month, as I had to put in more work every day, and I got results like this one (my favourite self portrait of this project so far).

March 7th:

Suspending gravity, I just had a lot of fun taking his picture.

March 8th:

Left the camera outside the bathroom, commenced showering, and when I had set my hair with shampoo, opened the door for a quick snap, and this atmospheric result came out.

March 9th:

I is for Irresistible; anything else?

March 12th:

I have to do at least SOME picture in the nude, and when they turn out great… Why not. I have a female audience after all ;)

March 15th:

Not all days were born equal, including this one.

March 19th:

Visiting my uncle in Horsens, he gave (or lent) me my grandfathers old camera, so I held it in one hand, and my uncles Canon EOS 5D Mark II in my other hand (yes I held a 5D Mark II in one outstretched arm/hand).

March 26th:

But there ain’t no cure, so let this fever rock.

March 27th:

Ever tried thinking of something with X? Xerox… (No xylophone was nearby).

March 28th:

I broke of from the alphabet system for a day, taking another picture in this terrible, but wonderful, kitchen.

March 29th:

To fully understand this picture, listen to Yellow by Coldplay.

April 5th:

Alhambra Palace, overlooking Granada (Spain).

April 9th:

The name’s Bond… James Bond.

April 13th:

Go ahead… Make my day.

April 20th:

The colours, the sharpness, the blured background… It’s just right.

April 23rd:

I went to Trondheim, and met Ingrid again (not since 2006).

April 25th:

Photo excursion to a public swimming pool, just wrong.

April 29th:

Latest picture, best Mussolini effect I’ve done so far.

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So… Status. I really should write something real, and I will. I have plenty of good ideas, but all good things come… Eventually ;).

I’m doing a “365″ project, which means I will take a picture of myself every for a year, challenging my creativity in photography.

So far some of mine have been good, while others have been more generic, but I’m absolutely happy with the project so far, and I’m looking forward to continuing with this for a year, or maybe even more beyond that.
Once in a while I will update my blog, once I have accumulated enough good new shots. So here is the first batch:

January 3rd, 4th and 9th

January 5th, January 8th,

January 9th

I know it isn’t in chronological order, but it fitted better this way.

So what do you think? Voice your opinion in a comment please :)

Very nice day indeed, I spent 7 hours at work not doing much.
When I got home I spent about an hour or so cooking, in preparation for the arrival of Sine and Kra, two of the scouts
from my group, who were coming for dinner as well as Trainspotting.
It was a lovely evening, not only was my dinner very good (if I may say so), but the mood was amazing and the movie is pure brilliance.
After the movie we had about 1 hour and 30 minutes before they were getting picked up, and instead of watching a second short movie, we just goofed around and had fun, it was all very nice.

We will undoubtedly repeat the success, although I’m a bit booked in the next couple of weeks, going both to Spain (visiting my mother) and France (skiing). But we have already agreed that we will watch Million Dollar Baby.

December 11^th, 2008

Having celebrated Christmas and my birthday at my uncles place, eating duck and other traditional Christmas food; I was given a candle holder and a photography book which I very much appreciate, although my uncles praise for my own book superseded it.

On the way back, DSB didn’t disappoint me. The train was 2 hours delayed, however fortunate for me, the train scheduled for departure 1 hour and 30 minutes earlier, was delayed as well, and I only had to wait for 30 minutes or so, unfortunately time had slipped through my fingers at my uncles place, so by the time I was home in my bed, it was half past 1.

But what I want to tell you is about Simon.
While waiting for the train, I came to talk to Simon, a person from Copenhagen (like myself), who had moved to Århus (like me) and was studying journalism (unlike me). Unfortunately he was going to break off his study and move back to Copenhagen, he had moved to Århus after he got divorced from his wife, as he wanted to live close to his children, unfortunately it didn’t work out.
But it was such a nice experience to talk with him, not only is it rare to just fall in conversation with strangers in Denmark, but when you do… They are usually as exciting, as dueling with a snail, there just isn’t much excitement there, although it is possible (pistols at dawn?).

He had such interesting stories to tell about where he’d been and what he’d done; he asked intelligent and interesting questions, really listened to what I said, and asked good questions about it. But most of all, he was just interested, he seemed to care about everyone around, he was modest, and in every way I can think, he was a good person, in fact, he seemed to be one of the best people I have met, not just nice, but deep inside him, rested a good core.
I didn’t know him for that long, but he has left me with a lasting impression, a lasting impression of a good person.

Saturday night (25th of October), Andras had arranged a party, from our dorm of 10 people, suddenly we were 50 in a not too big room, with loud music, singing, talking, all the follows and some Hungarians playing chess.
The music was great, so was the mood and people were very cheerful, however as buses in Århus don’t run through the night, it started thinning out already around midnight, but then space opened up for a dance floor, and people started moving. Much to the astonishment of myself, I was actually dancing, and definitely enjoying myself, it wasn’t until very late, that the DJ started being terrible.

I had a really good time, and thoroughly hope that another party will be held.