home for christmas

Hello everyone!

I am home for christmas!!

I hope you’re all doing really well. Denmark is gloomy and laddened with fog, and has been since we arrived. I’ve missed the dark winter days of Scandinavia. Its so cozy and peaceful. I miss it even more now that im here if you can believe it!

I’m currently blogging from my phone as i didnt want to lug my laptop around with me. I hope this works so i have easier access to blogging on the go. Anyone else ever use their phone for blogging?

I wont be loading camera pics while im away, but i actually love to just include phone pics because its easier sometimes and makes a nice change ya’ know?

Packed suitcases
Ready to go!
Man on phone
We caught the bus to Denver from Laramie.
Boots
Waiting at the gate. Denver ti London, Heathrow.

We arrived a few days ago but it took about two or three days to get over the jet lag. Yesterday we went to Kolding to see mormor, morfar and farmor. We also did some christmas shopping and had pizza for dinner at the mall with my mum. It was a great day but we were completely exhausted .. our body clocks are running on empty. I visited my favourite shops and got a few goodies in the clearance. I will never buy full price if i can avoid it.

Airport
I played with my little camera and did a few timelapses along the way. Im curious to see how they turned out.
Cowboy
Big as Texas.
Picture of a picture
Ive starting playing with polaroids and i love it. Here is one of my favourites. I bought a camera that takes them for a great price and the results are very satisfying.

I utterly stuffed my face with as much ryebread as physically possible since i got here. Its a little disgusting hahaha. I wish i could eat it everyday at home but i can’t bake it successfully yet, especially in Wyoming with the altitude.

Crisps and soda
We had a 7.30hr layover in Heathrow and i was able to get some old favourites. Hot monster munch and pink lucozade!

The trip here was awful, i wont pussyfoot about it. Terrible! There was a baby with the shits onboards and almost right next to us so the air was tainted in baby poo… imagine smelling the same baby shit for 9 hours. I was livid. Said baby also cried the entire way. We have bwen lucky with our trips to Dk but this one was shite. The lady next to Jack was practically in his lap, and completrly crazy, the whole time and we only managed to get to the bathroom once when she ventured awat muttering sweet nothings to herself.

Home for christmas
Finally home in Denmark.

But we had no real delays or issues. It was pretty painless. My film for my polaroid was destroyed evem though i requested them to hand check it but it was still put through the xray. But oh well!

Today we spent a lovely day in Bogense where i bought some Danish childrens book and a Norwegian christmas book. I also got some 100% wool yarn and cotton/linen yarn on sale. There are two lovely yarn shops in Bogense with beautiful wool yarn in stunning shades but they were very expensive. When i get paid maybe i could buy some. Its the type of yarn i wish i could in the USA but i still havent found it there yet.

 

Anyway, i must leave you as i am getting tired. With any luck you’ll get to go gome for Christmas too. God jul!

Thanks for reading!

 

 

side tracked

I haven’t been side tracked, but the blog has been put on the proverbial burner — something you probably figured considering i neglected to write for over a month.
As of late everything has been slowly falling into place. Most of my days i spend writing. Last week i managed to get through the parts of my novel that were a mystery to me for so long and had proven bothersome —  now i’m on the home stretch.  I can see the end and i’m full of beans, high as a kite, bright eyed and bushy tailed, whatever it is positive people spout when life gives them a break in the dark.
When i haven’t been writing and working 8 to 5, we’ve been enjoying having our evenings + weekends back now that i finished drivers ed. Thus far we’ve been knocking things off our to-do list consistently since we’ve arrived in Wyoming.  This weekend we’ve been out mustang chasing, photographing and caring for a wounded bird that curled up by our back door Saturday morning.  The bird issue was NOT on my list however– surprisingly  when we took it to the vet they refused to help us and animal control/wildlife centers are closed during weekends. Thus it fell to us to put the birds leg into a splint with antibiotics, and it seems to be much better this morning. With any luck it’ll have wind beneath its wings as soon as possible. Hopefully we can keep it comfortable as possible without stressing the shit out of it.
Anyway I guess you can assume that life is pretty great, or gone to all kinds of hell, when i’m not blogging. Nevertheless  i should attempt to remember to write when things go well, and not just when i’m in the mood for an unmerciful diatribe at the expense of some ignorant fool who was brave enough to cross me.

But i digress and this blogpost is finished.

Adieu.

In a desert amongst the American mustangs with my books on my mind, and food.

our first month

We’ve officially been here a month as of last week, and it’s already been one hell of a ride.
It’s been wonderful. Scary. Stressful x 10. Hard. Exhausting. But we’re here and we’re making it work. Many things have  happened already.
So in it’s honour — the anniversary of yet another big adventure —  here is a minefield of pictures from our first month back in the West.















chasing the american mustang *take one*

As i said before, i’ve always wanted to photograph the american wild horses whether it was in Nevada or Wyoming, wherever.
I never thought in a million years i would live either place. I feel pretty lucky and i feel incredibly far away from home at the same time. For thats a very rare feeling, usually I don’t think much about how far from Denmark or England I am, but this time I really knocked distance out of the park.

This weekend we took a drive around to see if we could catch some glimpses of wild horses near us here in Laramie, and there are quite a few. I’ve been looking for them since we got here and finally I’ve started being able to piece some kind of pattern together. If i felt like getting my ass shot and risk trespassing i would’ve gotten a lot closer to them than i did. But this is only the beginning of another old dream i thought would never happen and yet here we are. You and me — on my little blog.


Ironic really, i’m the type of person who doesn’t believe dreams come true but a lot, if not most, of mine have so far. When hell comes knocking for me, he’s got some real shit in store of me. I can count on it, but for now i’ll enjoy the fruits of my labor of this dreaming business. It feels like after all these years of moving, travelling, homesickness and struggle are starting to pay off. And it’s lovely to see Jack back in his natural habitat. The Plains.

Now that my full time job is starting tomorrow i’m pretty excited about looking into purchasing a new lens for wildlife photography because theres critters everywhere around here. Everywhere. And it also means i can finally start putting some money away to go to the school of horseshoeing in 2020. Lots of things are coming together.. I just have to get the first day over with which for me is the biggest hurdle because its scary and uncomfortable and daunting. Is it the weekend yet?

On this trip alone we came across prairie dogs, bald eagles, red hawks, resting pronghorns and three or four different herds of horses on the hillside a little too far away. Whereas in New Hampshire I felt lucky if I saw a plastic bag fluttering around in the wind like a ballerina — but not really because pollution sucks balls. New Hampshire was beautiful, but this is another world.

This is where we belong right now. On the plains with this beauty. Dappled in utter perfection somewhere on Sheep Mountain.


One day, on these lonesome prairies so high in the sky, i’d like have a homestead with my own herd of wild mustangs that just drift over hundreds of acres. And have a couple of retired draft horses too … because damn i love draft horses.

Thanks for reading. I hope for us all that the weekend comes quicker than a woman during foreplay, unless she’s got a headache — in which case. Good luck friend, I do not envy you.

All Trails Lead to Laramie **vlog**

It took me forever and I’m glad its over so I can get a million of my other things done.. like writing my books.
I hope you all enjoy the fruits of my efforts. Feel free to ask and comment below!
Tell me what would be on your bucket list and where you would go.