The Country Mice

There’s more than one way to look at the world. Just hand over a camera to, say, a 10-year-old, and see what he deems snap-worthy.

Introducing the artist, from the Netherlands, no less.

That’s Usain Bolt crossing the finish line, sailing to a gold and a second world record in the 200 metre. We didn’t actually have finish-line seats — N scalped this image from the giant videotron. Clever lad.

The Berlin Olympic Stadium. Another lovely shot and a lovely structure. For 20 minutes every afternoon, around 6.45 p.m., the sun would arc around and glare straight into our eyes. The athletes’ events were structured so that they were never finishing into the sun. Forethought on everything.

N loved shooting the high jumpers at their leaping best and also the steepechasers as they splashed into the water following one of their hurdles.

Outside the stadium as we dashed around the perimeter to watch the discus thrower from a better vantage point. The we dashed back again to see the Canadian women take silver in the hurdles.

Not a dog, not a mop, not an Einsteinian hairpiece. Microphones like these were set up about the field and at every hurdle, catching every grunt and huff of ambient sound.

A variant of “Coke heeeer. Get yer ice cold Coke heeeer.”

At the discus throw.

Harting, as advertised above, a German, handily won a gold medal in the discus. Post-victorious throw, he roared, stripped off his shirt and then picked up the fellow in the bear mascot costume and carried said bear around the track on his (Hartig’s) back. The ensuing roar from the German crowd actually had N&L covering their ears.

Sister of the artist chumming with the camera men.

And finally, a portrait of the artist as he ponders the bratwurst and pretzel vendors.