BY JONAS DYHR RASK
I don’t really want to write too many words in todays story. I’m tired. Tired of words. Tired of broken promises. Tired.
Copenhagen was great. Observing it yet again was great. Capturing it was great.
Copenhagen Lights
I don’t really want to write too many words in todays story. I’m tired. Tired of words. Tired of broken promises. Tired.
Copenhagen was great. Observing it yet again was great. Capturing it was great.
Copenhagen Lights
It’s fair to say that in the summer months every space is filled, every arcade becomes a cacophony of jangling coins clattering through the penny slots and the sands and promenade are brimming with visitors munching on ice cream and fish & chips as they walk with opportunistic seagulls circling overhead well into the evening.
But it’s no longer summer in Scarborough.