The Heroes of Gator-Aid

Hand feeding alligators with marshmallows is a desperate measure to save a species on the brink of extinction due to abrupt changes in the food chain.

Is that a wild alligator in the middle of the swamp? Yes. Is he swimming around with a marshmallow on top of its head? Also yes

Is that a wild alligator in the middle of the swamp? Yes. Is it swimming around with a marshmallow on top of its head? Also yes

Long-term ecological complications from hurricane Katrina have all but decimated many important species of plants in the Louisiana marshlands, severely disrupting the natural food chain. Among the species as good as extinct is the wild marshmallow, the main source of nutrition for the Louisiana alligators. In a desperate measure to save the species, swamp rangers set out to hand feed starving gators with rations of aid marshmallows. As there are an estimated two million gators in Louisiana, this is an arduous and labour-intensive job, demanding large numbers of volunteers and hundreds of thousands of bags of marshmallows every week.

Swampscape 1. Not a marshmallow tree in sight

Swampscape 1. Not a marshmallow tree in sight

Alligator 2. Misquoting Nixon: I am not a croc

Alligator 2. Misquoting Nixon: I am not a croc

Swampscape 2. Would you look at that complete absence of marshmallow trees

Swampscape 2. Would you look at that complete lack of marshmallow trees?

Why not use airdrop you might ask? Well, that would leave most of the marshmallows floating in the swamp waters, like they were windfall. Alligators are accustomed to jumping out of the water and nipping wild marshmallows straight from the branches of the marshmallow tree. A proud gator simply won’t touch soggy marshmallows. Thus the need for human hands tempting the gators like the marshmallows were fresh off the branches, allowing the animals to act on their hunting instincts.

Alligator 3. Of course there are dangers associated with hand feeding alligators. If you forget to remove your wristwatch, they can easily snag a fang, in worst case breaking it off completely

Alligator 3. Of course there are dangers associated with hand feeding alligators. If you forget to remove your wristwatch, they can easily snag a fang, in worst case breaking the tooth off completely

Swampscape 3. Wait - is that a marshmallow tree over there on the right? Could it really be? Nope. My bad

Swampscape 3. Wait – is that a marshmallow tree over there on the right? Could it really be? Nope. My bad

Swampscape 4. Marshmallow tree. Dead, sadly

Swampscape 4. Marshmallow tree. Dead, sadly

While visiting Louisiana my girlfriend and I felt the obligation to do our part, and joined a party of first time volunteers on a barge set out to distribute aid rations in the Barataria area south of New Orleans. We are proud to say that at least a dozen gators won’t be starving for marshmallows before the weekend at the very least.

Swampscape 5. Not a single marshmallow tree. Really, this is an ecological disaster

Swampscape 5. Not a single marshmallow tree. Really, this is an ecological disaster

Swampscape 6. I mean - have you ever seen a swamp south of the arctic circle with this few marshmallow trees?

Swampscape 6. I mean – have you ever seen a swamp south of the Arctic Circle with this few marshmallow trees?

Alligator 4. My girlfriend having just completed the course "Caring for your alligator." Lesson 101: The belly rub

Alligator 4. My girlfriend having just completed the course “Caring for your alligator.” Lesson 101: The belly rub

Disclaimer: Let’s just quote the great pirate W. Shakespeare: “Do not trusteh all that thou readest on the Interneth.” Alligators are not a threatened species, and I just read that feeding them actually is against Louisiana law. Huh. Seems that our tour guide was breaking the law. Not too surprising really. After reading this article on disaster tourism I must admit a certain distaste for some of the practices of the New Orleans tour industry.

This is America part five. Read part four here, part three here, part two here, part one here.
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Some People. And Chicago

Brief encounters with nice folks. And some mostly unrelated pictures from Chicago.

Trump Tower, seen from the El

Trump Tower, seen from the El

When the Republican Convention came to Chicago in 1944, this tavern posted a sign saying "No Republicans Allowed," thus cramming the joint with Republicans demanding to be served. Savvy as hell

When the Republican Convention came to Chicago in 1944, The Billy Goat Tavern posted a sign saying “No Republicans Allowed.” Soon the joint was crammed with Republicans demanding to be served. Savvy as hell

Welcome to Illinois

Welcome to Illinois

Jeff – the Billy Goat bartender since 1981
“My god – you’re Norwegian? I’m so sorry.”

Motel-clerk in Battle Creek
“Why would you spend a night in Battle Creek?”

Oh, look. Another skyline

Oh, look. Another skyline

A dive bar owner, drunk, profane, lovely
“What can I get you motherfuckers? Draught beer? We ain’t got no draught beer here. Choose again. Where you from? Norway!? Okay, you like it strong, I’ll get you some bottles with some oompf. See that couple in the corner? They’re from New Fucking York so you ain’t the only ones who don’t belong here. Where you going now? South? Okay, you gotta stop by this church I know of. It’s the nicest motherfucking church in the United States’ hemisphere.”

Every time the Chicago Black Hawks win the Stanley Cup, Post-It expences are off the charts

Every time the Chicago Blackhawks win the Stanley Cup, Post-It expences are off the charts

The entire population of St. Louis, trying to cram themselves into one MetroLink Car on the night of July 4.
Really, I don’t think I’ve experienced public transport this packed outside of an African minibus (you know the kind, registered to carry 16, modified to carry 24, carrying 36).

Would you like the lucky horse shoe or the diamond encrusted American flag cuff links to go with your loafers?

Would you like the lucky horse shoes or the diamond encrusted American flag cufflinks to go with your loafers?

Two drunk girls with a camera
“Hey gorgeous – we love your hat. You have the best shirt we have ever seen. Please will you let us two girls take a picture with you?”
(No, I won’t. While my hat is brilliant, my shirt is only so-so. Besides, you threw a whiskey cork at me to get my attention.)

First time in a coin laundry. Damn exciting

First time in a coin laundry. Damn exciting

The five year old at the zoo searching an empty rhino pen with her eyes, finding only the stray rabbit
“That’s not a rhino is it?”
(“Yes,” I told her, “it is. The Northern, white-furred mini-rhino is extremely well adapted to the barren, snowy landscape of the Chicagoland winters.”)

The Green Mill. Come for the jazz, stay for the restroom wall prose

The Green Mill. Come for the jazz, stay for the restroom wall prose

The Green Mill II. When singer Joe E. Lewis wouldn't take his act here during the Prohibition Era, owner "Machine Gun" Jack McGurn cut out his tongue and slashed his throat

The Green Mill II. When singer Joe E. Lewis wouldn’t take his act here during the Prohibition Era, owner “Machine Gun” Jack McGurn cut out his tongue and slashed his throat

The Chicago waitress taking my girlfriend’s order
“You have the best accent. Would you mind a lot if I tried it?”

Whether you're wearing cargo pants or tuxedo - neon head bands go with everything

Whether you’re wearing cargo pants or tuxedo – neon head bands go with everything

The restroom vandals at The Green Mill (the place is classy, their prose less so)
“Baa baa raa raa doo da your face!”
“Hemingways you’re favorite band (sic)”

July 3. Warming up with some light firework

July 3. Warming up with some light firework

This is America part four. Read part three here, part two here, part one here.

A Tale of Three Cities

It was the beginning of times, it was the end of times, and somewhere in between a rabbit stole the mayor’s parking space.

City One: Oil City, Ontario

Oil City, Ontario

Oil City, Ontario

Oil Springs, Ontario. America's first oil well

Oil Springs, Ontario. America’s first oil well

Or rather, the trio of adjacent towns: Oil Spring, Oil City and Petrolia. The first American oil rush took place here from 1858 and onwards, after an asphalt producer set out to dig a water well but found free oil instead, sparking what was to become the oil industry.

Population:
Oil Springs – 704
Oil City – 2930
Petrolia – 5528

City Two: Flint, Michigan

Flint, Michigan

Flint, Michigan

Flint, Michigan. The gospel

Flint, Michigan. The gospel

Flint was the center of the Michigan lumber industry. Lumber money funded the establishment of a carriage-making industry. Horse carriages gave way to automobiles. Flint became the birthplace of General Motors and a major player in the nascent auto industry. At its height GM employed 80,000 workers. Then the industry collapsed. NPR describes Flint as ground zero for the decline of American manufacturing. For the past decades Flint has suffered from disinvestment, deindustrialization, depopulation, urban decay and high rates of crime. FBI recently ranked Flint the most violent city per capita in America for the third consecutive year. According to FBI’s statistics, Flint had more than 2,774 violent crimes in 2012. They included 63 murders, 108 rapes, 673 robberies and 1,930 aggravated assaults.

Population: 102,434 (down from 200,000 in 1960)

City Three: Sarnia, Ontario

Sarnia, Ontario

Sarnia, Ontario

Back across the border to Canada, midways between Flint and Oil City, in the city of Sarnia, a rabbit sat on the mayor’s parking space on a summer evening.

Population: 72,366

This is America part three. Read part two here, part one here.

Viva Las Canada

Welcome to Niagara Falls. Would you like a really, really big bed?

Casino on the hill

House Casino on the hill

They are

They are

Falls #1

Falls #1

Poncho Town.
Smurf City.
Disneyland Ontario.

Everyone’s blue, poncho’ed
against the mist and spray
of the friendly neon-lit natural splendor.

Schlock romance!

Honeymoon suites with
heart shaped beds,
heart shaped tubs,
heart shaped towels.

Cosmic dinosaur mini golf championship.
Big screen wrestling at the Hawaiian bar.
Wax museum upside down house of horror resorts.

And on the American side:
21,000 tons of toxic waste
dumped in Love Canal.

Girlfriend in disguise

Girlfriend in disguise

Margaritaville. Certainly

Margaritaville. Certainly

Motel #1

Motel #1

Motel #2

Motel #2

Neon is a colorless, odorless monatomic gas under standard conditions.

Neon is a colorless, odorless monatomic gas under standard conditions. That and kitschy

When dinosaurs roamed the earth, miniature golfers roamed too

When dinosaurs roamed the earth, miniature golfers roamed too

Motel #3

Motel #3

Motel #4

Motel #4

Eye of Sauron. Revolving restaurant

Eye of Sauron. Revolving restaurant

Falls #2

Falls #2

This is America part deux. Read part one here.
Also: This is fantastic.

New York Fact Sheet

A set of ten facts* from the photographer’s very first encounter with America.

Manhattan

Manhattan

Ground Zero

Ground Zero

One block from Ground Zero

One block from Ground Zero

Fact one (pre-fact): Just south of Greenland’s Cape Farewell, at a height of 39,000 feet, an elderly gentleman watches the same inflight entertainment video of a skateboarding bulldog again and again. (This might be the best thing he ever saw.)

Fact two: Taxi driver Armando changes lanes on average 34 times a minute on his way from JFK to the Lower East Side. The Indian businessman in the Lincoln Town Car who didn’t drive like an arse but otherwise followed the same route arrived ahead of us.

Donuts. And dollars

Donuts. And dollars

Fact three: WIthin two hours of arriving the US I had eaten a jelly donut in my underwear.

Fact four: The worst rower in the world is a large black woman in a rental boat on The Lake in Central Park. Her teenage daughter is not embarrassed at all, but lovingly supportive. (Hooray for the world.)

Manhattan. Again

Manhattan. Again

Empire State Building. Tourists on the 86th floor #1

Empire State Building. Tourists on the 86th floor #1

Empire State Building. Tourists on the 86th floor #2

Empire State Building. Tourists on the 86th floor #2

Fact five: The best picture I never took was the portrait of the two ten year old Jewish twin girls on Lee Avenue: identical flowery old fashioned dresses, identical oversized bows in their hair and identical joyless eyes (yes, we’re all thinking about the Grady Twins).

Fact six: You are very friendly – in a loud and very direct way. I’m a Northern European – as in proudly depressed and introvert. We need to work on our relationship.

7th Ave w/ tourist

7th Ave. And tourist

Chinatown

Chinatown

Fact seven: I’ve finally seen the Chelsea Hotel. (A favourite anecdote: Janis Joplin meets a young and unknown poet in the elevator of this hotel, and tells him “I’m looking for a man called Kris Kristofferson.” The unknown poet – that is Leonard Cohen – tells her “You’re in luck little lady. I’m Kris Kristofferson.”)

Fact eight: One New Yorker in a carnival-sized top hat keeps shouting “I’ve got hair under this, I’ve got hair under this!” while banging his fists on a hairdresser’s locked door. Another New Yorker offers some helpful tips on how to stop aging caused by sin. A third New Yorker promises $750,000,000 to the person or persons who will expose the FBI for putting a “poison tracking device” in his body.

Tourist in Central Park #1

Tourist in Central Park #1

Tourist in Central Park #2

Tourist in Central Park #2

Fact nine: Looking for a place to piss and have a few more beers, I stumbled upon the stomping grounds of late photojournalist Tim Hetherington. The place called Half King is co-owned by Sebastian Junger, the author and filmmaker who collaborated with Hetherington on the Afghanistan verite documentary “Restrepo,” according to the LA Times.

Fact ten: I’m slowly growing accustomed to your boisterous manners. I think we will get along nicely, America.

Tourists on Times Square

Tourists on Times Square

Tourist in general

Tourist in general

Tourist on the Staten Island Ferry

Tourist on the Staten Island Ferry

* By facts I mean “facts”. 

BTW: In the blog piece The Tourist and The Tulip I explain some of my motivation for blogging on this trip.

How to Train Your Sea Anemone

How do you make a tiny anemone look like it’s leaning nonchalantly against a wall with arms crossed and a clever smile?

Odd couple. The model organism and the biologist

Odd couple. The model organism and the molecular biologist

Answer: With great difficulty.

Conceptually relevant portraiture of scientists is a tough discipline, which often ends in horrible clichés and/or tragedy. Do a google image search for the term “scientist” – then try not to gouge out your eyes with a broken test tube.

I do quite a lot of science portraits, I have done it for years – and I still find it really difficult to produce consistently interesting results which don’t rely on clichés or cheap gimmicks. With some clients, and especially the annual report assignments, the job tends to centre around the same type of research, the same people, the same labs year after year.

Live brine shrimp eggs. It's like candy

Live brine shrimp eggs. It’s like candy

Some months ago I was hired to make a portrait of the molecular biologist Fabian Rentzsch for the annual report of Uni Research. I’ve taken Mr. Rentzsch’s portrait at least once before, and the lab setting of rows upon rows of small tanks with model organisms were very similar to those that had featured prominently in other environmental portraits for the same client. So I was looking for a drastically different solution.

Then I had the incredibly stupid idea of posing the scientist and his model organism in the same manner for a double portrait. Stupid because trying to coax the Nematostella Vectensis, a creature just 15 mm (half an inch) long, to do as you tell it just ain’t especially easy. And accidentally sucking it (and its sibling!) into the pipette you’re using to manage the Petri dish studio doesn’t help its mood. But with time comes results. Time and treats that is. Now who wants a live brine shrimp egg? Do you want a live brine shrimp egg? That’s a good boy!

An Encyclopedia of Goltic Fauna Variations

Thousands upon thousands of brilliant creatures don’t exist.

Northern camouflage sharks, breaching surface

Northern camouflage sharks, breaching surface

Terrestrial wolffish, rock feeder subspecies, mid-feeding

Terrestrial wolffish, rock feeder subspecies, mid-feeding

Wooing lichen, aka the flirting fungus

Wooing lichen, aka the flirting fungus

Barrel toad, hampered by oxidation sickness

Barrel toad, hampered by oxidation sickness

Steam powered sub-zebra, hunting crabs

Steam powered sub-zebra, hunting crabs

Pigmy archer ants, combat formation

Pigmy archer ants, migrating in combat formation

Flatbacked hovering hippo, albino specimen

Flatbacked hovering hippo, albino specimen

Mineral mimic micro-moose, hiding in plain sight, outsmarting even the cryptozoologist

Mineral mimic micro-moose, hiding in plain sight, outsmarting even the cryptozoologist

(Goltic is an adjective meaning of or relating to the area known as Golten outside Bergen. It’s a place with rocks, water and sheep)

Bridge Over Fjordy Water

Ferries are the dominant species in Norwegian fjords. But sometimes, if you’re really lucky, you may actually stumble upon a bridge.

Bridge. Stumbled upon.

Bridge. Stumbled upon.

This is the Hardanger Bridge. It’s still under construction, but when it opens later this year, it will be one of the longest suspension bridges in the world. The towers, reaching over 200 meters, are also the tallest structures on the Norwegian mainland. Luckily there was a service elevator taking me to the top, so that I wasn’t too tired to be terrified when I got up there (actually they are so tall that the height becomes an almost abstract thing – thus it’s not really as frightening as it may look. But still).

These pictures, commisioned by the magazine Tekna, were taken last autumn. Yesterday they got an honorary mention during The Norwegian Specialized Press Association’s award ceremony.

The Hardanger Fjord

The Hardanger Fjord. Nice-ish.

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Over waters. Not very troubled.

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Over land. Admittedly, I felt a bit more troubled here.

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Cable guy.

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Engineer.

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Not ready for traffic.

Portrait of a Building

Once a spinning mill, then a business school, soon to be abandoned. merino01

I don’t think I ever did a shoot there without getting lost somehow. Being a former spinning mill, the so-called Merino Building is a maze of confusing mezzanines, spiral staircases, back doors and outdated signposts. For close to 40 years, this was part of the Norwegian School of Economics. Now both students and staff are moving into a new building on the main campus, leaving the old mill behind. I was commissioned to make a series of pictures before all activity ceased – and immediately got carried away, spending several days loitering in the hallways, disturbing students in their exams and discussing the concept of Buddhist Economics and homemade Scream pastiches in the academic realm.

These are the Merino files.

The office. One of many soon to be emptied.

The office.

The Academic Scream. Ethics professor Knut Ims and his Scream pastiche.

The ethics professor. Knut Ims and his Scream pastiche.

The director's office,

The director’s office.

Students #1

Student #1

Backup. Anno 1978.

Backup. Anno 1978.

Quite funny in Norwegian. Not untranslatable. But lazy caption writer.

Funny in Norwegian. Not untranslatable. But I’m lazy.

Students #2

Student #2

The manager. Nils Netteland in his lovely office.

The manager. Nils Netteland in his office.

Some Good Questions

Is Beatle Fifth a good name for a baby girl?

Are dimensions a fundamental property of the universe or an emergent result of other physical laws?

How long is a sausage?

What Would Jesus Devo Do?

The phrase "What would Devo do?" (often abbreviated to WWDD) is often used as a personal motto for adherents of New Wave. The phrase is a reminder of their belief in a moral imperative to act in a manner that would demonstrate the love of middled age men wearing funny hats through the actions of the adherents.

The phrase “What would Devo do?” (often abbreviated to WWDD) is often used as a personal motto for adherents of new wave. The phrase is a reminder of their belief in a moral imperative to act in a manner that would demonstrate the love of middle aged men wearing funny hats through the actions of the adherents.