After following the advice of all experienced photographers and show patience I realized by my third visit to the Copenhagen Cablepark, that the story I could tell, what fascinated me, was the water. The wakeboarders were cool, awesome people but I was almost hypnotizedby the movement of the water.
And so the last picture from Ingolfs’ this time around. I can’t promise there won’t be more. It is my ‘office’ and I come here every day.
My thought here is: why do flowers have to pretty to be worth photographing? Why not simple, slightly worn down flowers?
Originally I shot the portrait of the horse from a different angle. Turned out when I had a look that this shows the front of the café from a different view than usual. I can’t claim to be the first to think of this as I feel almost positive that I have seen this before. The photo doesn’t hang in the café anymore, though.
The third of the three seasoned musketeers is perhaps more earnest in his stern expression. This is one horse you do not want to mess with!
The battle scarred elephant is not alone. The cheerful bear keeps him company, but how has he managed to escape so unscathed?
To me there is a sinister quality to this portrait of a worn down carrusel elephant. How can it still be smiling when it is so battered? What has it got to smile about? Can we detect smugness as well? And how exactly did it get those scars?
As a rare treat you get two for one this time. I couldn’t decide which one to use but the photoes are too alike to warrent separate posts. Juping down was my daughter’s idea after a while of climbing up and down the wall while I was photographing. In the distance you can just make out a tall white structure to the right – that is Turning Torso in Malmø, Sweden.
As I’m listing the photos chronologically here comes a glimpes of Halvandet on a sunny day. I caught my daughter while she busy getting to her next hide-and-seek spot.
A few rays of sun broke through the looming rain clouds.
Behind the cruise ship in the background is Langelinie, home of The Little Mermaid – and she really is small. Or dainty. From Halvandet you can also see The Marble Church, catch a glimpse of Amalienborg and sometimes of the royal yacht.
I’m a sucker for patterns – repetitions, graphic lines, you name it… This is another of the shots from Halvandet I decided to keep. Again, this wouldn’t be half as intriguing to me if the sun had been shining and the deck chairs had been full of people. Opporsites calls to the imagination.
Karins Fotos 