Part four in what just might balloon up to a two-week stroll through the LD photo archives, Copenhagen sub-file. I just couldn’t hold off posting something of the lil’ monkey. Â Here, she is doing her darndest to see out from underneath some spiffy hat of mine that has since become lost. As have so, so many that look a great deal like that one.
Here we are in the parking lot at the the grocery store in the north-of-downtown neighborhood my sister and her family was living in that year. Big, big herring selection at the grocery store. Whenever in Scandinavia I have a perverse urge to check the herring section and measure it, so I can go back home and report to goggle-eyed friends who have never been  there and would otherwise dismiss my reportage as yet more hyperbole.
“In mustard sauce! In sour cream-ey looking sauce! In a tomato-ey sauce! Â Plain! Smoked! In a tube! You want herring they’ve got it!”
“Does it take up more space than the salsa selections do back here?” they’d ask, brazenly displaying their ignorance.
“Way more!”
In non-herring-related news: it’s kind of amazing looking at images of someone so helpless back then — she had this hat down over her head, nearly obscuring her vision of herring, cobblestones, and more, for quite some time before either of us knew it — a person whom you now know to be so hugely self-possessed. Â It’s fascinating, really. She was totally in there, back then. Â A fairy-obsessed, wise, pun-loving, encyclopedia-reading five year-old, trapped in a language-starved one year old’s body.
Day three roundup of the UN Climate Change Conference in Copenhagen.
From the vault: a Copenhagen pictorial (1)
This image is of a Wonka-esque factory along Copenhagen’s harbor, taken by me using my sister’s cellphone camera. Â I was brandishing it out the window of a moving taxi en route to the Opera House and the beloved’s and my first date night with childcare (ever? certainly in a foreign country).
My then-family of three was visiting my sister and her just-then-family of three, who were living there four Thanksgivings ago. A surreal, crepuscular time during a crepuscular season. Dusk at 3:30, 4pm; long shadows all day; a bluish glow over most things for much of the time. Or so it felt. We were all underwater, to one degree or another, some of us so deep it’s a miracle the pressure didn’t crush the skull.
Last week was an historic week  for this blog: I believe I may have posted less than I have in years. Rivaling holidays when I was supposedly away from internet access, or post-surgery when I was supposedly away from my better senses. The coming weeks may not be any better, at least in the prose post department. As consolation, for those of you still wandering by to peek and see whether I’ve been able to lift something sharable up out of the fray of late,  I’ll offer up some images from that Copenhagen visit, in honor of the 15th United Nations Climate Change Conference held there.  We got two weeks of conference: other than my visual travelogue of Copenhagen, my goal is to sprinkle some kinda actual prose posts in before we all roll up the sidewalks and hunker down for one holiday or another.
Disclosure: none of the Copenhagen pictures to come over the next two weeks includes high-profile world leaders, or anything more climate-change-themed than the factory above. Still, there’s a picture of a one-year-old lil’ monkey in the batch, shocking proof that the more things stay the same, the more things change.