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A Chinese pilgrim climbing the...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7b88wVRHf1qc8alyo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel: Camino de Santiago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;A Chinese pilgrim climbing the steep path over the Pyrenees.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Taken  during the Camino de Santiago de Compostela, a 500 mile pilgrimage by  foot, starting in the small french city of St. Jean Pied-de-Port, and  ending in Santiago de Compostela, the city from which the pilgrimage  was named. The journey took a month to complete, but felt like a lifetime.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lassedamgaard.com/post/967881738</link><guid>http://lassedamgaard.com/post/967881738</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 20:48:32 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Travel: Camino de Santiago
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The mountains surrounding the...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7b821RqXf1qc8alyo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel: Camino de Santiago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The mountains surrounding the small village of O Cebreiro, bathed in moonlight.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Taken  during the Camino de Santiago de Compostela, a 500 mile pilgrimage by  foot, starting in the small french city of St. Jean Pied-de-Port, and  ending on the west coast of Spain, in Santiago de Compostela, the city from which the pilgrimage  was named. The journey took a month to complete, but felt like a lifetime.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lassedamgaard.com/post/967865570</link><guid>http://lassedamgaard.com/post/967865570</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 20:44:25 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Travel: Camino de Santiago
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Sunset over a mountain in...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7b7tqinvV1qc8alyo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel: Camino de Santiago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Sunset over a mountain in northern Spain - and time for a quiet rest, before getting back on the road at sunrise, next morning.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Taken during the Camino de Santiago de Compostela, a 500 mile pilgrimage by foot, starting in the small french city of St. Jean Pied-de-Port, and ending in Santiago de Compostela, the city from which the pilgrimage was named. The journey took a month to complete, but felt like a lifetime.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lassedamgaard.com/post/967846238</link><guid>http://lassedamgaard.com/post/967846238</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 20:39:00 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Photojournalism: Peter Jacobi
5/5After  a day at sea, Peter...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7b774kWqQ1qc8alyo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photojournalism: Peter Jacobi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After  a day at sea, Peter Jacobi returns to his house, an old school turned  commune and later passed on to Jacobi. He now shares the large building  with his english-born wife, Janice, who has a ceramic workshop in one of  the old classrooms. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The other of the two classrooms works as a  kitchen/living room, and is filled with old hats, street signs,  newspaper clippings and every odd thing imaginable. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It is in this room, that Jacobi begins and ends every day - preferably with a hand rolled cigaret and a cool beer. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As he puts it himself; &lt;em&gt;“A day isn’t complete if I don’t make my twelve drink quota.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lassedamgaard.com/post/967792689</link><guid>http://lassedamgaard.com/post/967792689</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 20:25:52 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Photojournalism: Peter Jacobi
4/5After what Peter Jacobi...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7b75jUCoa1qc8alyo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photojournalism: Peter Jacobi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After what Peter Jacobi describes as a &lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt; day’s work - with a strong hint of sarcasm - he returns his ship to  port to pass the day’s catch on to a fish-auction. Here, they will be  sold to the highest bidder, a good catch averaging the equivalent of two  hundred dollars. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Afterwards, the sunny skies call for a cold  beer, and when Jacobi is joined by one of the few remaining fishermen, a  handful more are put on the deck. The talk between them range from  anything from fishprices to Viagra, but one subject is hard to avoid;  the fact, that they are a dying breed.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Year by year, as the large  corporations launch their bigger, faster and more cost-effective  vessels, more of the town’s old fishermen retire - and the old boats  join their fates.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lassedamgaard.com/post/967788720</link><guid>http://lassedamgaard.com/post/967788720</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 20:24:55 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Photojournalism: Peter Jacobi
3/5Before  he retired, Peter...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7b723dQJ01qc8alyo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photojournalism: Peter Jacobi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Before  he retired, Peter Jacobi often used fishing nets when he was at sea,  but lately, the time and effort it takes to set them up has been too  much work. Instead, he almost solely focuses on jig-fishing for cod. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After the catch, the fish are gutted and cleansed for sale when he returns to harbour. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Most of the guts are thrown directly off the boat in the cleaning-process, a fact the local seagulls are well aware of.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The cod livers, however, are going home in a bucket for the chickens.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lassedamgaard.com/post/967781309</link><guid>http://lassedamgaard.com/post/967781309</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 20:22:51 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Photojournalism: Peter Jacobi
2/5At  seven in the morning, I set...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7b6yfPOBY1qc8alyo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photojournalism:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Peter Jacobi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;At  seven in the morning, I set out with Peter Jacobi in his small  fishingboat, “Sælen” (The Seal). The boat, rigged with about half a  dozen small seal-figurines, was built in 1945 - the same year Jacobi was  born. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He acquired the boat many years ago, rather worn down and  with an engine that wasn’t quite what it used to be, so he decided to  replace the engine with one from an old bus. When they heard this, the  locals all thought Jacobi was going crazy, and told him it wouldn’t  work.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To this day, it still runs smoothly.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lassedamgaard.com/post/967773720</link><guid>http://lassedamgaard.com/post/967773720</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 20:20:00 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Photojournalism: Peter Jacobi 
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At age 65, Peter Jacobi has...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3droiUycG1qc8alyo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photojournalism: Peter Jacobi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;At age 65, Peter Jacobi has been a fisherman for longer than yours  truly has lived. Even though he’s retired, he still goes out fishing  several days a week, the only difference from the working days being  that now, he doesn’t have to get up early if he doesn’t want to. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He  still has the internal clock of a fisherman though, so retired or not,  he was up and about shortly before six in the morning when I came to  visit.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lassedamgaard.com/post/656153271</link><guid>http://lassedamgaard.com/post/656153271</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 11:29:05 +0200</pubDate><category>lasse damgaard elholm nullermanden photojournalism peter jacobi fisherman morning smoke cigarette sunlight light photography</category></item></channel></rss>

