Born, or Hatched?
“And I was living high until that fatal day
A lawyer proved I wasn’t born, I was only hatched”
– Hank Williams
Pull My Finger
This isn’t our first trip to Denmark; we came in 2015. That was before I could spell.
A Rhubarb Hat
This post has nothing to do with Denmark, I just wanted to keep my “daily posting” promise.
Brændende Spørgsmål
Pack your folkedragter and meet us at the airport.
Windmill Dedication
Windmills are a symbol of resilience, of our ability to endure in a harsh land.
The University of Wind
This windmill taught me that actions have consequences, and that I alone bear responsibility for mine.
Doodling Died
Doodling has become a lost art, and the world is less interesting for it.
Down Too Long
We who live on the forehead of the earth are comfortable with the misconception that we are “up”, and everything else is “down”.
In the Mirror
We caught reflections of those who came before us, and a little of ourselves.
At the Bottom of the Atlantic
On April 6, 1889, the SS Danmark sank in the mid-Atlantic.
Our Great Grandfather Frederik Bekker was on board.