You know how sometimes you live somewhere for awhile, and then come across something, and you can’t figure out how you never heard about it before? I had one of those moments last week when I read about the Dunkers Museum in this little write up on visiting the Oresund Sound area in the UK version of CN Traveller. I mostly glossed over the article; at this point, we could be considered some pretty serious pro-mateurs when it comes to the Northern Zealand area (head over to Denmark Derby for a few ideas on places to go, or the Toddler’s Guide to the Danish Riviera if you have little ones). But I only really thought about the sound from this side, the Danish side, never about what’s across the water. Big mistake.
When I looked up the Dunkers Museum (or more specifically, “Culture House”, there is a library and multi media space component to it as well), I saw that they had literally just opened an exhibit on Vivian Maier’s work.
How is this not written up anywhere and everywhere in Copenhagen? One of the original street photographers of our time, Vivian Maier was a photographer turned governess turned back photographer. She secretly left behind a body of work of thousands of scenes of every day life in New York. When her work was discovered in 2007, it led to multiple books plus was fodder for just about every photographer and blogger under the sun. I didn’t catch the big exhibits in the States when they were making the rounds, so to have the work “in the flesh” so to speak, and so close to our house, called for bundling up the two littles this past weekend, and getting them in the car, and then the car on the ferry, for a quick jaunt to the other side of the Sound.
The exhibit was small but thorough, and it you love the kind of photography that you feel you could step right in to, it did not disappoint at all. Definitely worth the trip from Copenhagen; if you can, try to time it to catch the documentary about Vivian Maier.
There is something very real about Maier’s work. It really brings forth a lot of feelings about the US, and our pending return. On one hand, you can’t help but appreciate the bustle, the diversity, the complicated fabric of life there. But at the same time, those are the three things that we have much less of in our life here. If we can’t keep up, will we end up like some of the sadder faces in her photographs?
Aside from the museum, if you have little ones, the whole “car on boat” concept is frankly just as big of an attraction. Although rains were coming (when are they not around here?), we managed to get in a little walk around the museum on the water. As it was a Sunday in February, the surrounding town streets were quiet, but it felt nice to have the waterfront nearly all to ourselves, with just the constant criss-crossing of ferries on the horizon. Closer to the water we came across a collection of locks, not on a bridge but on a pole with extending wires just for that purpose. Our diplo-tot seemed to delight in me reading as many of the names of the various lovebirds on the locks, so if you have ever put on a love lock and then wondered if anyone ever reads those things, we do.
It’s not a complicated trip, nor is it a long one, but something tells me there’s a lot more of this kind of thing just across the sound than we knew – time to explore a little more!