Several travel bloggers I read dedicate one day a week to a mere photo. I kind of dig that, particularly because I have tens of thousands of discarded shots on my hard drive that never see the light of day—and it’s like a trip down Memory Lane for me. Besides, it’s Friday and most of you work in cubes and have numb minds by this point in the week, so behold, the inaugural photo:
When SVV and I were living in Denmark, we spent our Easter Break exploring the country by car. Above was one of my favorite sites we visited by far: Den Tilsandede Kirke. It was formerly a church, built in the 1300’s, but steady and vicious sandstorms in the 16th century swept grains from the neighboring dunes over it, eventually burying all but the bell tower (the visible part above). The congregation still used the church for more than a century, but as it became increasingly more difficult for them to dig through the sand for worship on Sunday mornings (I have the funniest image in my head of this calamity, don’t you?), King Christian 7 ordered it be shuttered in 1795. Now, it’s a museum and beacon of sorts.
Coincidentally, I was later given the Lonely Planet Denmark guide, which was naturally riddled with errors, and the cover shot was almost exactly the same as mine, only vertical like this one:
And I bet they paid the photographer the big bucks to take that shot; whereas, I would have done it with my point-and-shoot for a mere pint of Tuborg.
Raabjerg Mile: They may not look like much from this picture, but these suckas were as tall as 130 feet in points. Remember how they buried an entire church? Um, yeah.
The northeastern coast of Denmark.
I was hunting for the amber that routinely washes ashore. Instead, I found this guy.
The beach at Skagen.
I love taking pictures of flags. Guilty as charged.
Ditto to aerial views of coastlines.
Scott and I on the northernmost point of Denmark.