Man. I’m really not in any mood to write anything. Haven’t been for a while, as should be obvious for those who attempt to follow this blog, which comes in random bursts, few and far between.. I should say “happy new year” i just dont feel like it.. (hmm. maybe manic depressive people like me should stick to writing blogs on the upswings, not the downs.. i’ll keep that in mind next time)
so i’ll just keep this short , and go directly to sharing this interview I did recently with Frederick Van Johnson, a follow-up to the one i did with him back in march or april for This Week in Photography (TWiP), In this one, we discuss my knitting craze, new work, and photography stuff in general. Its a bit fucked up at the end, as skype cut us off about 15 times while we were recording, so a lot of post-editing was needed. It’s amazingly smooth despite that, until just the very end.
It’s a half hour long, but hopefuly worth listening to: (click either the URL or the screenshot image)
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Sometime last spring (spring 2008 that is), i decided, for some reason i no longer quite remember, to take some large branches i found in my parents yard and paint them white.. I figured they’d come in handy as props in some photos ; they did ultimately end up being the centerpiece in this photo here, taken in March 2009 :
Before reaching that conclusion , however, I lugged these “trees” around with me all last summer, propping them up in different locations (always at night), the farthest from my home being Jökulsárlón last August.
After driving all the way over there , timing my trip carefully so as to end up there in the middle of the night, i was somewhat devastated that it was raining when i arrived there at 3 in the morning. But, since my plan of having the place to myself had at least worked (the parking lot crowded with campers filled with sleeping tourists), i decided to wait out the rain, (sipping instant coffee with swissmiss and reading some stephen king novel by flashlight) Around 4:30 I donned rubber boots and lugged my trees down to the lagoon, carefully balancing them with large rocks in the freezing water. (seriously hoping nobody would wake up extra early and ask what on earth i was up to, probably would have appeared more than a little eccentric, which is of course the norm for me..) Anyway, after so much effort, i couldn’t help being a bit dissapointed at how unremarkable the lake itself was, with hardly any ice floating anywhere near the shore, which is unusual. You win some, you lose some, i guess. I’m heading out that way next week, heard its quite spectacular right now.
For all the physical effort put into this series, i was ultimately not all that happy with it. Put all the pictures aside and pretty much forgot about them. While browsing thru archives on one of my hard-drives today, I figured i might as well share them now. Enjoy.
view of Breiðdalur , on the way to Kleifarvatn
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.. and then reaching those goals, is that once the goal has been reached and is behind you, you can’t just kick up your heels and say “there. I totally aced that. ” and just feel content. Not if you’re me at least. You have to set a new one, otherwise, you get the feeling you’re not going anywhere…
To clarify: In March this year i started running again.. (i’ve been jogging off and on since i was 16, but became somewhat lazy in the last few years)
30 minutes on a treadmill was exhausting to begin with. I kept at it , and started running outdoors as soon as the weather started getting better.. Going from half an hour to 45 minutes , to an hour or more , in a rather short period of time. By May, when i managed to run for 84 minutes nonstop, I decided I would aim at competing in the Reykjavík Marathon in late August, and run a half marathon (21 kilometers)
So, i’ve been training all summer, steadily increasing my distances until the other day (or night) I ran for 108 minutes.. not sure about the distance but i figured somewhere between 16-18 km. Being impatient, I felt compelled last night to just go ahead and try for half a marathon. Yes, in the middle of the night. Alone. With no one to witness it. Doing it the other way, with the crowds and the accurately measured distance and people cheering, is altogether too ordinary.
Got up around 3:30, was off at 3:50, and ran, for what seemed like an eternity, in the morning stillness (well, it was actually quite windy and chilly, but I wasn’t passed by a single car or pedestrian, so stillness of that sort at least) . At one point, when running past a field where there’s a nesting area for several kinds of birds, I had to dodge a gull that did its very best to shit on my head.. Seriously.. it spotted me, turned and dived low, and let go with a generous glop , which landed approximately 2 feet to my left. But only because I veered two feet to the right. Too close for comfort that was. I added a generous extra half hour loop to the approximate 16 km I ran a few days earlier, and when i finally arrived back home, (ending the run with a looong grueling uphill climb, with plenty of headwind) it was 6:08. Two hours and 18 minutes of nonstop running. If that wasn’t at least 21 km, i’ll eat my running shoes. For at least an hour, I allowed myself to bask in a feeling of accomplishment, trying to ignore the fact that my knees seemed to have stopped working temporarily, and my right ankle refused to properly carry my weight.
But now what?? Does this mean i actually have to aim for a full marathon one of these days? Knowing me… probably.
But hell. For now, yay! I did it !
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ok.. that’s an exaggeration, but i was looking thru pictures of myself from the past year and realized i look like completely (well, almost) different people on them…this is quite possibly my most pointless blog entry so far, but im a sucker for comparison pictures.. the funny thing im realizing, is that despite this tendency of mine to keep altering the appearance of my head, so often im referred to as a blond.. hmm.. maybe im just invisible when im not doing the blond thing..
and also november (after removal of braids..if only i could get it to stay this way.. only lasted til i had to wash it)
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