hygge dag

I haven’t done much. We visited a few places and took a few days for ourselves in Fyn. We have been driving back and forth to Kolding to visit my family which has been really nice, but its exhausting after a full day.

Girl in back seat

Mormor always has tasty Danish food that i’ve missed, while Morfar tells stories about liars and thieves.

Driving in a car

Farmor baked 5 separate types of christmas cookies for us and always has a funny story to tell about her day to day activities.


Jack and Franck had some Julebryg. I pretty much stuffed my damn face with chocolates and cola and ryebread sandwiches, and as much bacon as possible when its provided. And i always leave mormor and morfars house with some kind of book.

Danish julebryg

It is nice to be home when its relaxed and quiet, i dont like the holiday season much because of the partying. I prefer everyone to just be in regular spirits.

Table full of treats

I dont think im going to get the chance to do my vlog like i wanted. Ive been busy and/or tired so i’ll have to do it when i get home if i ever have a day off. But i’ve still been filming as much as i can regardless. I hope my footage and pictures turn out well!

Photo of girl on camera


And Happy New year!

sleeping cats

Tomorrow is the first day i’ll be celebrating Christmas. Mormor and morfar are driving over from Kolding; and my brothers will arrive this evening from England. One or two others will be joining us too. We’ll be 13 in total.

It’ll be nice to be all together again for a little while, its beens years. Though im not sure im too happy about sharing the attention from my cats. Haha.

Sleeping cat

I dont particularly enjoy gatherings or parties, it stresses me because of all the noise and people but thats how i’ve always been. Everyone else in my family enjoy those types of things, but im sure you can imagine im a bit of a black sheep and dislike most things regular people like.

This morning i woke up at around 5.00am and went into the dark morning. I’d noticed the moon and the stars through the window, unable to risk the chance at a picture i got up. I’d tried to talk myself out of it because the bed was nice and warm, but im trying to get up and get out when my mind thinks its worth it. And the view itself made me feel home again. Grounding me there i the black abyss while the cold set in.

And i sat out there for an hour. Taking pictures and listening to the roosters sizing their balls in the distance. At first i thought i heard wolves on the prowl but that was brief and very far away.

The sky was stunning and clear, i think i got a shot or two within that hour but without a tripod it was one hell of a task. It was odd lighting too with mist rolling in from the West, i couldnt quite get my settings right. That often aggrevates me but atleast i went out and tried.

time or energy

It’s been a little chaotic here lately and as a result i haven’t found the time or energy to write. Denmark is close approaching and i’m excited to be home, im sure you can imagine. Home has been long gone to me for about a year and a half or more. I can’t wait to eat food that i adore, to walk the familiar cobbled streets and walk through thick forests with moss beds as soft as a kings belly. Not many days go by when my brain doesn’t wander home to the Jylland Peninsula and think “what if?”

I love Wyoming and i love Texas, i don’t think Denmark will be where i settle any time soon. Having said that this next holiday will be a good test to see how well we’d like it. Considering we don’t have Basil to come home to we can be gone a little longer, but i’d rather have him and have a short holiday, but life is as life does.

cowgirl in a snowstorm
beaver hat made in Cheyenne, Wyoming.

The other day Jack and i took a stroll in a snow fall out on the edge of town. I found my new favourite place to take pictures. If my camera hadn’t died i would’ve taken so many more than i did. The light from the ground and the deep red rocks peeping through at the angles that snow can’t settle — it was stunning. The picture above shows how hard the weather here is one my skin. My skin looks torn and strained; from only being out for around 10 minutes when before it was smooth as could be. Prairie winds are brutal and merciless but strangely comforting nonetheless. You can see how raw my lips look too. I really enjoy portraiture — especially the honest kind. I don’t always want to look pretty — but real. No matter the lines or pain you can see. Lauren Bacall once said that your whole life shows in your face and that you should be proud of it. Thats something i try to remember when i look at all these stereotypically cute portrait people have spent hours over editing. I wont do it. Maybe once or twice but mostly not. I love the honesty behind how some of us look and i think the west has grown on my face like a boil. In the summer i’m stunted in freckles and burns, in the winter? My skin has become frozen to my glasses i can’t feel anything because its so cold.

My spirit flies out on the open prairies of the great American West — whether its hot or weather its the apocalypse. Alone out here i can hear the chanting on the wind and the memories of blood shed and fear crying out to be remembered. Somewhere Calamity is swearing in my ear about some son of a bitch that took her whiskey and Bill Cody is considering me for a comedy act on the back of a mule called Two Foot. And deep out in the abyss of snow and sleet is that spirit horse Bowleg, waiting for me to run with him.

I think i’d better get some rest. I’m awfully tired, i don’t feel like i’ve really even had a weekend!
Be gracious to you fellow man, he’s troubled.