Crazy as it may sound, I sometimes forget that I live in a beautiful city. It is impossible to walk around and appreciate every inch of it every moment of your life. But in the back of my mind I know that it is out there, and once in a while I have to kick start myself and go hunting. Today's catch:
I was circling this orgy for quite a while. It is right around the corner from me, but somehow I haven't really fully appreciated it before today.
Something is making me think they had a lot more fun back in those days...
The feet, haha, like one giant person in front, with a foot on each side.
And along the lakes, on the dirty side (where inhaling the heavy exhaustfumes makes your lungs hurt), someone mounted fancy birdhouses in the old trees.
This is my street, right behind the tree and lake. The first place that ever felt like home to me. I am superglued to this area, I bet you can tell by now.
Welcome to Denmark, birds.
And a cosy weekend to you.