1. Tre Kroner, Copenhagen, 1984
2. Langelinie, 1982
3. The Raker, Christiansfeld, 1982
4. Vidå, SønderJylland, 1982
5.Lighthouse, Møn, 1987
6. Rudbøl, Dansk-Tysk grænseområde, 1982
7. Friday, Klintholm, 1986
8. Cary & Ava, Frederiksberg, 1980
9. Esso tank, Langelinie, 1984
10. Kompagniestræde. 1983
11.Børsen & Christiansholm, Copenhagen, 1986
12. Tennis, Gyldensteen, 1988
13. Stairway to heaven 1981
14. Mussen at five weeks, 1980

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     In 1979, I moved to Copenhagen, as I hoped Denmark's radically different 
culture might provide new challenges. My career took me to widespread 
locations in this little country of 20-hour summer days with a sun that rose 
and set to the north. During this period I traveled extensively outside 
Denmark while doing commercial photography for northern European 
corporations like Bang & Olufsen, Esso, Volvo, Georg Jensen, nv Phillips, 
Bing & Grøndahl, Royal Danish Porcelain Works,  Danske Bank, PrivateBanken,
Carlsberg, Statsanstalten for Livsforsikring, and Mærsk Shipping. 
     I also received direct corporate support from Polaroid, Ilford Photo 
(Ciba-Geigy), and Kodak. But as a non-Dane, I was barred from receiving state 
arts funding, a discovery which tied to other unspoken official discrimination 
against foreigners, contributed to my departure from Denmark.
     But my experience in Denmark altered me as little else could; my work was 
filled with commercial assignments of such complexity and depth that I was 
challenged in ways I had not thought possible. All this while becoming more 
Danish than the Danes. 
     I learned to speak, read and write Danish from scratch -- as well as some 
Swedish and Norwegian for the road trips I made throughout Scandinavia. 
When added to the French and German from my youth, the command of these 
languages gave me the freedom to travel throughout Europe in search of the 
mystical scenes and landscapes. 
     At times brisk westerly winds blew puffy white clouds over glaciated 
landscapes and at others dense fogs wrapped the countries in softness. 
I became an eternal tourist an eternal tourst in this land of seas and soft lights. 
Occasionally my desire to photograph that which I saw and felt overcame me, 
compelling me to go outdoors, sometimes in mid-sentence to capture the 
majesty of purple winter storm skies or white walled farm buildings washed 
with the rich orange hues of the Danish mid-summer evening light. 
     In the summer of 1986, my studio repeatedly got flooded with rainwater 
from a leaky roof, and ruined my business. Combined with the economic 
downturn and coming recession, I reluctantly made the decision to leave the 
country where I once felt I could live happily ever after. 
     I left Denmark in 1989, and escaped to the United States.
 

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