Monday, March 23, 2015


(this weeks posting is a conceptual work of art, illustrating nothingness and absence)

Panzer: Leichte Feldhaubitze 18/2 auf Fahrgestell Panzerkampfwagen II (Sf.) Wespe
A long name for what was basically a 150 mm howitzer mounted on a Pzkpfw II chassis.
Wespe's provided mobile artillery support for the "flexible front" of the modern mechanized battlefield where the heavy dug-in artillery of previous wars would be useless.

Monday, March 16, 2015


Well, it's done. My parent's house now emptied, cleaned and ready for the real estate market...

Forty years of life, memories, furniture, clothes, books and trinkets carted away.

People ask me "are you really sure about selling that place?!?...that view of the fjord is so amazing!.."

No. I am not sure about it. You don't find many places like that, and here I am getting one for free...

Moving to Copenhagen made sense for me twenty-five years ago. The education I wanted could only be found here. The life I dreamed of was the life of the urban artist-bohemian, not the life of the family man sitting on his porch looking at the beauty of nature while his wife prepared a tasty dinner and the kids played.

Today, I'm a different man, and so is Copenhagen.

I moved to inner Vesterbro more that twenty years ago. Back in the day,  a run down crime-ridden neighbourhood where nobody sane wanted to live. I thought it was the perfect place to escape  the nice healthy middle class kids with perfect teeth that I grew up with.

Now they live here too...

I'm surrounded by young "hipster" families and their spoiled brats. When I meet them in the street, I try to be friendly but they look at me like I'm a monster. Apparently they believe that anyone over thirty is an alcoholic child molester and closet-Nazi...

Well, I'm sticking with my decision. I have to. It would be great with some space around you, a place to maybe paint some paintings or just sit and look at a tree after work.
But, I can't  keep my parent's house anyway, the financial side to it wouldn't work at all. There's tax debt to be paid, loans, etc, and the fifty year old house has a leaking roof, dodgy electric wiring, no internet, since my dad's telephone lines were bitten over by mice, and generally needs a lot of refurbishing which would require yet another loan.

Alright, that's all for this week's episode of : "The trials and tribulations of a middle aged idiot who was left something valuable and he couldn't handle that either..."

Panzer: Pzkpfw V Panther, Ausf G
An early Ausf G with zimmerit anti-magnetic coating being unloaded, summer of 1944.
Note how the bow MG 34 had been removed and placed in the "anti-aircraft "position on the turret to defend against enemy ground attack aircraft.

Monday, March 09, 2015


Kyung Me has a nice and special feeling to it, me thinks

more, but in a different vein at

Panzer: Panzerzug
An often forgotten branch of the panzerwaffe were the armoured trains.Serving mostly as protection against partisan attacks on the Eastern front.

Monday, March 02, 2015


Perhaps not so surprising, with my endless postings of Panzers here on the bloggo, I was a dedicated plastic modeler in my childhood, and well into my teens. While cleaning up the attic in my fathers house,  I found this small relic. Apparently one of the few of these creations of mine to have survived.

Alone in my room, assembling and painting these small Japanese manufactured miniatures during the long dark winters in the seventies and eighties was pure joy for me.

Panzer: Pzkpfw V Panther, Ausf A
Possible a photo of a Panther in action, or maybe a drill. The camouflage smock worn by the trooper on the right suggest Waffen-SS units, so this could be SS Panzer division Wiking fighting in Poland, summer of 1944. A couple of radio operators carrying what looks like extremely bulky, and heavy equipment in the field. The camo smock wearing trooper might be there to protect the radio operators against enemy infantry, eager to capture the radio equipment or kill the operators to disrupt communication.

Monday, February 23, 2015


Waiting at the same bus stop as when I was a kid. And freezing just as much in the cold wind from the fjord.

Cleaning up my parent's house so I can sell it, and pay off taxes, bills, taxes, taxes, and some bills.

A nerve wrecking experience. Dealing with lawyers, real estate dealers, antique dealers, the police, insurance agencies, etc, etc. All of them demanding money, usually amounts I would have to work a very long time to earn myself. These people seems to be making money just from picking up the phone.

Sad. And on top of it I get my childhood and youth thrown at me all the time... didn't that bloke over there in the expensive 4X4 steal my football back in the third grade?...or was it his brother?...or just someone who looked like him?..

There are nice memories too, of course. I was basically a very good place for a child to grow up.

But: didn't I leave this small town to start my own life?...

Out here, everybody drive big expensive cars, have a house, a family, and a well-paying job.

I have four cardboard boxes of my own art that my parents had hanging on their walls.

Now that they're dead, I get it all back...

Well, a car, a job and a family doesn't necessarily mean happiness...

I'll be glad when all of this is over and done with.

Panzer: Panzerjäger 38(t) Hetzer
A Hetzer leaving a Czech town, possibly Prague, in the very last days of WWII.
Many German units retreating from the Eastern front passed through Czechoslovakia in an attempt to reach American captivity in South-Western Germany. Several troopers are carrying the StG 44/ MP 44 assault rifle.