The last frontier
In a small town called Hutchinson (population 40 000), in the middle of Kansas, is the Kansas Cosmosphere and Space Center. The location of it seems rather arbitrary, as I, at least, would seek to place such a museum in a city with more people. Now well. It was quite a special place. And in the midst of rockets, spacesuits and landingcapsules, I found a real rocket scientist. Retired, but a rocket scientist nontheless.
Real rockets.
Sci-fi artwork.
He used to work with atomic bombs.
Heatshielded landing-capsule, and space-suits.
Rocket engine.
Songs for the road
Tidvis, Lars Winnerbäck
Kom Änglar, Lars Winnerbäck
Försvarstal, Lars Winnerbäck
Sudden rainstorm, Nevada.
Delta, Utah.
John McCain in debate.
Watching the debate.
Telephone pole.
Llyod Mueller sr, closing his bar.
Mountain in Utah, along Colorado river.
Still in Utah.
Austin, Nevada, population 200
One of three churches in Austin, Nevada
Tim, Vietnam War veteran, outside the bar he tends.
Joe Montana, votes McCain, at the International Bar in Austin.
“You’ll never be broke, you’ll always have a dollar in Austin.”
Vic Antic, bartender at International Bar in Austin.
View to the west from Austin.
Random shots from last week
Nevada desert, just east of Carson City
Restaurant, Fallon
Lake Lahontan, Nevada
Lakebed, Lake Lahontan, Nevada
Some mountain between Austin and Fallon in Nevada
Sand Mountain, Nevada
Sand Mountain, Nevada
I’ve reached Grand Junction, and managed to get a room at the Melrose Hotel, even though the sign said “NO Vacancy”. It’s a lovely Victorian house downtown, with the Main Street just a block away. The hotel was founded in 1908, and back then you could rent a room for 50 cents a night. The hotel is, in fact, the only one out of twelve hotels that were once located in downtown Grand Junction.
Today I’ve driven for almost 9 hours. Really looking forward to tomorrow, which, beeing a Monday, is my day of resting. Gonna get up to speed on pictures, though, and spend a couple of hours reading.
Amateur World Championship of aggressive inline skating
First of all, I’m way behind on pictures. Not been disciplined enough, I have to do something about that.
Second – aggressive inline skating is seriously a difficult sport to photograph, especially in a competition. It’s totally random, the competitors can go anywhere on the course, and do whatever they want to.
My conclusion is, if you wanna do actionshots of a sport like this, it has to be planned, and you probably need radiocontrolled flashes (at least if you are inside).
I’m gonna do more of this when I get back to Norway, though.
Ol’ Waynard
I met Ol’ Waynard outside the McDonalds where the I-5 and CA-46 intersects, just northwest of Bakersfield, California.
Waynard has been hitchhiking for the last 15 years. Non-stop. Imagine that. He’s 71 years old, and crushed his ankle in an hit-and-run maybe 50 years ago. He still struggles with his injury.
He had a map of the USA, where he had marked all the roads he had hitchhiked with a yellow marker. The map was full of yellow lines going crisscross over it.
Sadly I was going in the opposite direction, so I couldn’t give him a ride. Now, I regret that I didn’t take the extra six hours to give him a lift to whereever he was going. I’m thinking, a guy like that, has to be great company.
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