This here’s a pleached allé on Hambros Alle, in the  neighborhood we stayed in. It ends in the Øresund, the strait separating Denmark from Sweden.  We walked by this many days, and every time I wanted to stand in the crosswalk and stare and stare and stare, into eternity, or
Part of an ongoing series of four-year-old pictures, because that’s when I was in Copenhagen last (okay, okay, also that was the ONLY time I have ever been in Copenhagen), and I’m on a kick to promote attention, in my own tiny way, to the Climate Conference talks there. Round
This image is of a Wonka-esque factory along Copenhagen’s harbor, taken by me using my sister’s cellphone camera. I was brandishing it out the window of a moving taxi en route to the Opera House and the beloved’s and my first date night with childcare (ever? certainly in a foreign