Aalborg - Valentine's Day 2008

----The sea carries in a sharp chill, a surprising match with the warmth of the subtle corals left by the sun on the narrow horizon. The water smells of something deeper, somehow more primal than the oceans i know. Maybe it's just the cold. This bay is hemmed in by bare trees and large river rocks. The tall, stiff blonde grass leads you to believe it might hide warm sand instead of the dark shifting mirror mosaic of these Northern waters. Its beauty is almost mundane - prosaic and silent. The unchanging pattern of the bay is echoed in the identical red and yellow beach shacks lining the shore. Far from the ideals of societally-imposed romance--my fingers are stiff so I'll stop now----