Elvis gone busker.
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There are different kind of photos. I post as many as I can. I intend to show the "Nordsjælland"-scenery, and I intend to show different places from Europe. Besides these themes I want to transmit the feelings of wild crazyness in in its varied appearences that I find in my everyday-life. There might be photos of people that I don't know.
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- The castle in Hillerød:
- Roman structure.
- Hillerød.
- Gribskov and Gribsø in the winter light:
- French street.
- From "An essay on Man":
- Well today is a grey day, and I am not inspired to...
- Thorns.
- Elsinore-houses:
- Different lights of winter:
- European disorder.
- A farm.
- By the sea.
- The sea.
- Christmas in Helsinge.
- Walking in the forest.
- Domestic plant.
- Some Galway-houses.
- Atlantic coastline in Ireland.
- Irish music.
- In the churches of Carcassonne.
- Bearded:
- Morning in France.
- Rush-hour traffic in the park of Frederiksberg.
- A poem to angels:
- Blue skies.
- Branches of an apple-tree.
- Red leaves in a garden.
- Frederiksberg:
- In the garden.
- December in the forest.
- Christmas.
- The fields.
- The Beach of Holløselund.
- Dublin.
- Elvis gone busker.
- KIlkenny Castle.
- Tisvildeleje.
- Relatives.
- Winter Jasmin.
- Ghosts and flowers.
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2 comments:
I guess he will stop if there are not enough coins on the guitar case or in a bowl! Oh oh and he looks great, I wondered if it was a doll? If it is a doll it looks very much alive.
He is not a doll. He actually played and sang very well. The smallest coins would start him off on a classic song from the Elvis repertoire.
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