Dancing like giraffes

Old lady & stray dog

kiosk!

Shabalina Street

view from kitchen window

Coloration

Trolley 6

Masha and me

Murmansk

I`m fascinated, ok?

Nikel

Fire mil frå Kirkenes ligg Nikel. Ein sommardag i 2005 køyrer eg forbi, i skranglete buss på veg mot Murmansk. Landskapet er brunsvidd, nesten svart, milevis. Bakkane over byen er fulle av master som minner om kors. Eg ser barn i gatene. Eg har lest ein stad at mennene lever til dei er 35. Her. Forbi. Bjørkeskog, sletter, hemmelege militærbyar og nummer på kartet. På veg.

Fog

In his sleep he hears the morning sounds of Ciang Mai: motorbikes and tuk-tuks whining past Thae Pae Gate, fruit sellers cursing scavenger dogs, monks`feet scuffling in the alley as they pass, collecting alms. He stirs and turns his face to the window, and even before his eyes open he knows the difference. In the kitchen the air conditioner switches itself off with a hollow rattle. He pushes himself upright and stares out at the day. Fog chokes the harbor, and the world is a study in shifting grays: pewter, charcoal, newsprint. The nearest tower blocks are faint shadows. Hong Kong, he tells himself, and an ache spreads through his chest, as if he`s swallowed ice water. Again he wonders how it is possible, to wake in a vacuum, in the absence of sound.
Jess Row -The train to Lo Wu

Shi Gang Xi Cun

Panyu

Guangzhou

Shenzen

Hong Kong

Rush hour

Alienation