Our trip down south to Denmark this summer. I packed a few rolls of Kodak Portra and the Hasselblad 500c/m. These are the photos right out of the scanner, with dust and all.
One thing I’ve learned bringing film cameras on trips and special occasions is the art of waiting. The art of looking around you and thinking about what you see, what you would like to capture on film.
If I would have one of my digital cameras I would already have taken twenty or thirty shots, which also have its charm. But I still find it more peaceful and an art form when I’m shooting with film. Or maybe I’m just a cheap sob that doesn’t want to waste precious frames.
As usual my nephew and niece came along for the trip. Denmark have a special place in my heart and if people around me can enjoy it too, they should.
My nephew Erik likes shoes, that’s for sure. If he isn’t walking around in his grand dads, he’ll borrow his sisters och mothers. And he’s got a wonderful imagination where an open kitchen window turns into a shop and a three pillows into a classic fort.
Denmark is close to nature, with all the farmers, endless fields and fresh fish. I’ve said it since I was about 15 years old: when I retire, I will retire in Denmark.