Hillerød.
One of the King's castles in Nordsjælland.
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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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1 comment:
The castles of Northern Zealand, no, of most of Denmark and Southern Sweden, are a fabulous source for history. First I thought this picture was Elsinore (and Hamlet etc) but then I recognized Frederiksborg Castle, which in my opinion is one of the finest buildings in the "Danish Renaissance style" though it burned and had to be rebuild 100 years ago.
One friend of your Grandmother was a tour-guide and often went to Frederiksborg Castle. She loved to tell stories about the persons on the paintings, stories which she invented on the spot, and she always feared that someone had been with her before.
One time on such a tour there actually was a tourist who said "you told something else the other time!" But then Mrs. Tindinge, as was her name, replied "I tell different parts of the story every time."
She never lacked words :-)
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