A colorful night

I'm on the west side of Denmark right now doing an assignment. YES.  I photographed/partied at a commune in the chilly woods last night with Tonje & Dan, & learned to never accept tea from a hippie - particularly, tea boiled in a cauldren. Never ever, ever, EVER. 
It was particularly beautiful, starry night.

Aarhus: Finn Solomon 2 (a post in process)

I've decided to call this story "Zero-Eight: Five-O"
That's was the time Finn's plane took off. Throughout the night he kept referring to it and trying to get me to understand how important those numbers were. After 8:50 a.m., Finn wouldn't taste alcohol for 4 1/2 weeks.
I'll keep adding to this and eventually post the entire story and the audio. Here's a sample until then:


"When i am at home, its just like a rollercoaster. To be at sea is here at the top and then it goes to the bottom." - Finn




"the brightness, the darkness, the roughness, when i'm at sea that's the best, that IS the best, to be at the sea is the best because there is no alcohol at'all." -Finn




"And when i'm gonna sit in the airplane a couple of hours now, I'll change totally, and then, the power, the straightness, the feeling of being back again, back again at sea, i'm a free man." -Finn