My street.
We live on an island, and our county has approx. 11 000 inhabitants. When we moved here, in 1988, we had to catch a ferry to get to the mainland, but in 2001 we were connected to the rest of the world by a 1 km (0.62 miles) long bridge to the next island, and then an underwater tunnel that's 7,8 km (4,85 miles) long and goes down to 260 meters (853 feet) below sea level.
This is a rural community, and we live right at the end of a small side road. The farm that is our next door neighbor is not actively run any more, but in the spring another farmer usually keeps his sheep in the field to the left.
This is the view from our front door,
and the main road is beyond the upper field.
The same area, looking towards our house.
Some of the old farm buildings are really beautiful.
From above the farm, looking back down the road.
This is the view from the other side of our house, looking across the laketo the church. To the right of the church is our local shopping mall. They're not quite as close as it looks here. The big building to the left is a nursing home for the elderly.