“One evening in April a thirty-two-year-old woman, unconscious and severely injured, was admitted to the hospital in a provincial town south of Copenhagen. She had a concussion and internal bleeding, her legs and arms were broken in several places, and… — Jens Christian Grøndahl Copy Share
“From Tomorrow to Yesterday The tree trunks move in time with the rhythm of her rubber soles on the wet path, where the air is still cool after the night rain. The woodland floor is white with anemones; in one… — Jens Christian Grøndahl Copy Share Image
“One evening in April a thirty-two-year-old woman, unconscious and severely injured, was admitted to the hospital in a provincial town south of Copenhagen. She had a concussion and internal bleeding, her legs and arms were broken in several places, and she had deep lesions in her face. A gas station attendant in a neighboring village, beside the bridge over the… — Jens Christian Grøndahl Copy Share
“We underestimate the power of habit while we’re young, and we underestimate the grace of it.” — Jens Christian Grøndahl Copy Share Image
“From Tomorrow to Yesterday The tree trunks move in time with the rhythm of her rubber soles on the wet path, where the air… — Jens Christian Grøndahl Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I think you take photographs instead of seeing, you forget to look in your eagerness to grasp what is seen, to capture it… — Jens Christian Grøndahl Copy Share Image
“I mused that time is not only a river, but a river that constantly breaks its banks so you must flee from it as… — Jens Christian Grøndahl Copy Share Image
“Am I being unfair? Is it only my self-hatred playing me a trick? Self-hatred is a gendered feeling: in a man it makes him… — Jens Christian Grøndahl Copy Share Image
