Wind Mills Up North
We walked from train station to AirBnB. 45 minutes trudging in the cold along a highway. Danes don't do hitchhiking, or rarely so. Our fingers were so cold it hurt to use any camera, but the beauty found in such a sparse landscape, a harsh and lonely place, was breathtaking and begged to be captured. Whatever complaints of the cold and distance as night drew closer, were forgotten when we looked around us. Up North Denmark the space is vast and lives are harsh in the reality of urbanisation.
Up North
The North wind was bitter and cold and nipping at our soft cheeks red.
The turbines whined while rotating, sending a whistle our way.
Cars passed headlights drowning our bodies. Just for a moment.
We scrunched our faces squinted our eyes. Our feet plodded on.
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