One fine day in the fall I visited the district of Copenhagen called Østerbro. I went to photograph a fountain that turned out not to be turned on, but other motives begged to join the others here on the blog.
I am close to the Amalienborg where the queen lives, and the two houses in the background are there for her pleasure as she awaits to board the royal yacht, Dannebro.
Getting caught up in documenting the traces of fall I realized something. I like less-than-perfect much better perfect. Just like a perfect singing voice can be infinately boring. Decay in any form brings out a much more interesting personality than pure beauty.