CHRISTOPHER LANGE
Photographer
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I stepped out of the sauna, cracked open a beer, and leaned against the railing of the deck. It was a beautiful day, and my host-brothers were in the lake, splashing around with each other. I noticed Jaakko wandering up the path from the waters edge, and he walked past me silently, giving me only a mischievous glance.
One of his trademark expressions.
He returned just as quickly as he’d left, and ran back down to the shoreline with a fishing rod in hand. For the next 15 minutes I watched as he waded out further and further into the gleaming water, casting again and again.
Of course being 7 at night there weren’t many fish out biting, but he refused to give up. I noticed the light on the fishing line, and his posture as he continued to cast, and made a couple of photographs silently from afar.
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Jaakko is one of my Finnish host-brothers, in my first host family from when I was an exchange student 5 years ago. I shot this in the summer of 2011 when I went back for a few weeks. This photograph is probably one of the closest to my heart that I have.
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*Shwip*
Her umbrella blossomed into a canopy, shielding us from the downpour.
The sky was the color of rotten pea-soup, with clouds swirling around as if the apocalypse were on deck, watching the rapture hit a home-run during its at bat.
Rain battered the skin of the transparent plastic, each drop sounding like a gunshot, deflected by the shield of some warrior from ancient times.
I glanced down the street, watching for the headlights of any oncoming cars through the fog and rain; the coast was clear, so we crossed, 6th and 11th, watching the little old lady who lived next door barely clear the top step of the stoop.
A clunk emits from the lock as my door opens, and we hurry inside, shaking off the shards of rain as if they were drops of glass, although that might be better in reverse.
We collapse onto the sofa, listening to the staccato beat provided by the torrent against my windows.
Our shoes are drenched.
It’s fine. -
PANOPTICON by CHRISTOPHER LANGE
I take gangsta pictures of flowers every now and again.
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I was blogged on the Hasselblads tumblr. Sweet!
Untitled by Christopher Lange on Flickr.
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![OLD HOMESTEAD [12.20.2011] by CHRISTOPHER LANGE](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxypf3bjqc1qg8aeio1_1280.jpg "http://minimumdensity.tumblr.com/post/16023025122/old-homestead-12-20-2011-by-christopher-lange")
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