Sarako

Lake Michigan, beginning of March, almost frozen. When walking down the steep stairs, you enter the beach which gradually turns over from sand to ice, to sea. The sounds of moving trees and falling snow slowly took over our capturing activities while trying to manoever through the ice. It looked like the sea tried to get rid of the rough pointy pieces of ice, pushing, crunching and compressing them into eachother until a regular pointy pattern covered the beach. Sometimes the sea succeeded in swallowing the frozen bits back into itself, sometimes it needed some extra help from someone stepping onto the fragile frozen edge..

Some short movies (made by Rob Danielson) :
sara and bolex [16,6 mb]
microphone and sea [1,7 mb]

Denver is very American. At least that’s what i’ve been told. And making my way into American-ism during the last week – after coming back from Delhi and my transfer through Berlin – I can share some thoughts. I thought I entered American culture a few years ago while being in Portland, but I guess a lot of things were hidden, or I had my eyes closed and I wasn’t in the mid-west, and I didn’t have a car. Or maybe something else. To summarize, I didn’t enter American culture in 2001, I was introduced to America in february 2006.

As anyone who knows me knows, is that I’ve terrible difficulties in making decisions. Especially the ones that seem to be pretty useless (to doubt about) to others. Most of the occasions that makes me hide into my own jacket are happening in public places.

- A BLT-sandwich, please.
On whole wheat, white or rye?
- (i don’t really care) Whole wheat, please.
Would you like fries, potatoes, cowl slaw or a side salad with that?
- (actually none of the above) A side salad, please.
What kind of dressing would you like to have with this, mam? Blue cheese, ceasar or..
- (………………)Balsamic vinegar, please.
Anything to drink?
- ……….

The more options I get, the more frightened the look on my face becomes – expecting another question fired at me. Speaking of firing, I managed to practice my eye-hand coordination quite well during ‘ladies-day’ at the firing line of Aurora, a connecting village/city of Denver. My secret wish to kick in saloon doors while pointing my guns out of my leather belt in the direction of the bar, didn’t really work out, since it wasn’t allowed to ‘move’ while shooting. And, seen my first time shooting with a 22 and 40 gun, I can say I wasn’t so bad.

Besides guns, I came across many drive thru’s. The only profitable European drive thru’ I know are popular hamburger chains which seem to be quite successful after an x-amount of kilometres of asphalt. However, it never occurred to me – after speaking to a girl from S-Dakota – that Drive-through Daquiri, ammunition and liquor stores are part of everyday reality in some parts of the US.
Imagine this for a second.