Gentofte — Sky colored in washed blue. A seagull with pink wings colored by sun rays. First frost on magnolia’s leaf. A girl with enormous scarf. A little dog in a fur jacket. Crumbled thin ice. Snow looking like clumped icing sugar. It’s still green here. Not hooray-it-is-still-warm green, more cup-of-hot-chocolate-please green. Anticipation is here.
Gentofte — Walk through cemetery tells stories about life beloved families and names long gone off fashion. One thing in common, there are no one single gravestone with age of decease less then 75. Usually it is...
Gentofte — We surrounded by things. New, not so new, useful or not, pretty or not, things we need or things we’ve got just because we’ve… we can buy things. Some of them came to our homes through our parents gr...
Gentofte — Last couple of days were extremely stressed. Important decisions to make, oaths to take, things to do. In all this wind whirl I began to feel suffocated. Yet today I got lucky, my class was cancelled ...
It's November.
Sometimes it's all that matters. Get a chance, use it wise.
Endorphins are here.Feeling down? Go ice skating.Feeling tired? Go ice skating.Just broke up? Go ice skating.
Here we go again.
Not a new thing. Late evening walk in unusual warm December.
It's feel nice. To share a little bit of fun with little Danish elfs (lille nisser) on ice.
It makes me feel better.
Sometimes I feel like this, too
Mornings treasure.
Patience. The virtue I don't possess.
Would you live in a tower?
When night is tenebrific.
It said heavy load of exercises will keep your head empty.
Butterflies are shaking. This is how I feel now.
On my way to ice skating practice passing small lake
Morning. Cemetery.
It is October here.
Church and bell tower
Things you see on your way.
Thing to do Monday evening.
Cooking book cover, Danish style.
Clouds, rain, sun.
In the middle of the city on my way to work.
Imagine 25 min ride to the North can make such a difference. Danish Summer.