hide paintings

Good evening everyone — i was in the mood to blog this evening, so i’m just writing a short post.
I’ve started playing around with hide paintings inspired by my viking ancestors and american indians. It’s something i’ve always been interested in and i finally got around to trying it. Something i will definitely continue with. I love cave paintings, petroglyphs and pictographs — so i’d like to try to write small stories this way.
Here is my first attempt. A “buffalo” and viking runes.
Did you know that Denmark has a bison herd?

a regular calamity jane #2

I recently made griddle cakes or at least i tried to make them.
They could easily have be used as weapons in a town that wasn’t big enough for everyone.
No i didn’t read the instructions.
I had assumed these griddle cakes were supposed to be the same size as biscuits.
They’re supposed to be american pancake size-ish not hockey puck size.
If you ever get a chance to have one of my griddle cakes — you will be full for a week.
Believe me.
So… they’re perfect for the trail if you’re close to starvation at any rate but they’re definitely not for those with weak teeth or dentures.
But hot damn, they look so tasty!
#dendanskecowpige


 

my out of budget ultimate wishlist, my Danish-Texan dream

Christmas shouldn’t be about presents or greed, that it’s so often laced with.
It should be about being with those that bring you joy, dreaming and being grateful. Being thankful for those who  sacrificed their lives so that we may have Christmas with our families at home, and not be knee deep in a trench with water sodden by corpses.
Having said that today i’m sharing with you my Danish Texan dream.
A ranch house with a breeze way, out in the backend of somewhere Texas. Surrounded by miles of land.

Where your washing is dry before it ever gets put on the line.

An old smithy like this to shoe my retired herd of horses that i’ll be adopting out of my favourite New Mexico
horse sanctuary. There’ll probably be some of crazy chickens hopping around entertaining me to no end too. 
A long horn or two called Duke & Woodrow

And to create this type of fencing because it’s magnificent.

To have a rooster with a magnificent head of hair.

For this to be my office every day. Old wagon, long horns, happy horses, psychotic chickens, a handsome husband, couple of cats and dogs running around. Just being grateful to be alive and to have blood pumping through my veins.
 (NOT MY IMAGE) A big beautiful Jutland draft horse, so i wont be the only Danish soul on the ranch.

(NOT MY IMAGE)  A nice comfy old truck with a spare pair of boots under the bench seat.

What would be on your ultimate wishlist?
Let me know in the comment section below !
 

 

a regular calamity jane #1

Theres not a night that passes where i don’t miss listening to the coyotes singing outside my window. One night i woke and there was a coyote right outside the window, it was so close i could smell it and he gave out a deep solemn howl. It scared the shit outta me at first, but it was so hauntingly beautiful that i shall never forget it and i will always hope to hear them in the night again. Now, it’s a remembrance of home.