Thomas Boesgaard
Waiting for something?
Sitting in the cold. In the dark. Me, and my Xpan. Waiting for sunrise. Waiting for getting some warmth into my hands again. Waiting for that magic hour, where the light is playing with all the textures in the terrain. And then, spending too much time. Having too much fun. Getting late for breakfast in camp. No coffee. No pancakes. But who cares when you've got some nice images on film and flash-cards.
Waiting for something?
Sitting in the cold. In the dark. Me, and my Xpan. Waiting for sunrise. Waiting for getting some warmth into my hands again. Waiting for that magic hour, where the light is playing with all the textures in the terrain. And then, spending too much time. Having too much fun. Getting late for breakfast in camp. No coffee. No pancakes. But who cares when you've got some nice images on film and flash-cards.