Lisa/Anders - Ninja Transvestit Danmark
The adventurous bog 1
In Denmark among common folk, it is a well known fact that one should stay clear away from bogs in the morning when, as we say in Denmark, ”Når mosekonen brygger”, which directly translated to british Oxford English mean, ”When the bog wife is brewing.”
Thus taking pictures only from a safe distance I soon ran out of ”angles” and since I am not quite without my own magic I dared venture (as the pictures should prove) as far as to the reeds.. A feat which would make any ordinary danish girl gasp in disbelief as to the bravery (or insanity) of such daring and dangerous venture.
Armed only with my tripod I silently entered the thick mist and approached the lake shore with the inbreed skill of a viking ranger. Through the heavy mist I clearly heard the giant spoon with which the bog wife stir together foul smelling things, of such unspeakable character I would be banned from Flickr even mentioning a single one. It smelled like.. well.. like bog really! But before my luck ran short, I started shooting and after only taking a few shots, I to my fear realized 2 things. First I became aware that the shutter sound on the camera was turned on and second, the distinct sound of the bug wifes spoon slushing carcases around her stew had ceased and was replaced by a slushy squealing noise squirming through the bog and moving in my direction.
Surely you think with both my own personal magic and being a ninja, a single bog wife would be manageable at least to survive. But you must keep in mind that in my possession have been trusted a priceless Nikon S560 Vintage, which in the midst of a desperate bog-combat-situation easily could get wet or even damaged and thus forever lost to the world. It is of course a philosophical question = Should one have the right to buy a stradivarius only to destroy it? I think not. And thus having only the safety of my Nikon Leicavarius at heart, I fled for my... or rather of course to be more precise, in order to preserve this sacred relic, I felt it my duty to set aside my own personal ego for the sake of the greater digital photographic good. So to be honest you see. I simply had no other choice than to make a speedy strategic withdrawal. So I ran, as we say in Denmark, ”Alt hvad remme og tøj kunne holde”. Meaning ”Olympic swift”.
If you are not a dane, you might perhaps think to believe that there is no such thing as a bog wife, real magic or even mulatto Ninja Viking Transvestites.
But remember this is Denmark land of not only fairies, but of tales as well.
The adventurous bog 1
In Denmark among common folk, it is a well known fact that one should stay clear away from bogs in the morning when, as we say in Denmark, ”Når mosekonen brygger”, which directly translated to british Oxford English mean, ”When the bog wife is brewing.”
Thus taking pictures only from a safe distance I soon ran out of ”angles” and since I am not quite without my own magic I dared venture (as the pictures should prove) as far as to the reeds.. A feat which would make any ordinary danish girl gasp in disbelief as to the bravery (or insanity) of such daring and dangerous venture.
Armed only with my tripod I silently entered the thick mist and approached the lake shore with the inbreed skill of a viking ranger. Through the heavy mist I clearly heard the giant spoon with which the bog wife stir together foul smelling things, of such unspeakable character I would be banned from Flickr even mentioning a single one. It smelled like.. well.. like bog really! But before my luck ran short, I started shooting and after only taking a few shots, I to my fear realized 2 things. First I became aware that the shutter sound on the camera was turned on and second, the distinct sound of the bug wifes spoon slushing carcases around her stew had ceased and was replaced by a slushy squealing noise squirming through the bog and moving in my direction.
Surely you think with both my own personal magic and being a ninja, a single bog wife would be manageable at least to survive. But you must keep in mind that in my possession have been trusted a priceless Nikon S560 Vintage, which in the midst of a desperate bog-combat-situation easily could get wet or even damaged and thus forever lost to the world. It is of course a philosophical question = Should one have the right to buy a stradivarius only to destroy it? I think not. And thus having only the safety of my Nikon Leicavarius at heart, I fled for my... or rather of course to be more precise, in order to preserve this sacred relic, I felt it my duty to set aside my own personal ego for the sake of the greater digital photographic good. So to be honest you see. I simply had no other choice than to make a speedy strategic withdrawal. So I ran, as we say in Denmark, ”Alt hvad remme og tøj kunne holde”. Meaning ”Olympic swift”.
If you are not a dane, you might perhaps think to believe that there is no such thing as a bog wife, real magic or even mulatto Ninja Viking Transvestites.
But remember this is Denmark land of not only fairies, but of tales as well.