Århus in winter,
2001 Århus is not New York. It is not London or Paris, or even Brussels. It is a small harbour town in Denmark on the west coast of Jutland. It is where I lived for almost a year (I'm in Copenhagen now, and much happier). The town has its moments, and a certain Scandinavian charm, though it would be easier to get a date with Kate Moss than to find a local dance club playing decent music. |
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The town of Århus, shot from the bell tower of City Hall. |
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Vestergade at night. Note the distinct lack of serious entertainment opportunities. |
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The view from my apartment, during the season's first snow. |
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Some of my colleagues, freezing their sweet tails off on the beach in mid winter. |
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View of the Lystbåde og Fyskerihavn from the rocky, icy beach. |
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Across the Århus Bugt is Djursland Peninsula, looking dramatic across the freezing gray water. |
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Sea spray, frozen on the rocks. |
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The forests above Århus harbour. |
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A lost glove in the snow. |
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Train tracks, forest and snow. |
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This was taken later in the season, after I'd returned from Estonia. The scene is from a little seaside town called Ebeltoft, a bit north of Århus. Our advisor Mogens invited all of us to his summer cottage after we returned from travelling. |
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View of the Baltic Sea looking East from Ebeltoft. This is the westernmost point of the Baltic. If you swim straight ahead from here for a few hundred kilometers, you'll wash up in Estonia. |