It's no secret that my once great love for Copenhagen has faded considerably since my year in Berlin. But I can't help feeling small rays of love for this place slicing their way through me these days as the sun is shining from a blue sky over the freezing city. There's something magical about winter light. Maybe it's because you're desperate after any little prickle of sun after months of darkness, but it seems so much sharper, more intense and beautiful. So on top of a great day, I had to photograph my daily ride home on Dagmar, going over the frozen lakes as the last bit of sun descends. The fact that it's several degrees below zero is soon forgotten...
Dagmar!
Pink clouds outside my window
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