The trees stand menacing like tall dark figures in the gloomy forest.
Forest lakes that seem abysmal when I try to glimpse the bottom.
A daunting silence –
The smooth surface of the rivers, which are torn by rocks.
Wasn’t that a shadow on the rock?
Didn’t you hear the fiddle?
HANNA'S WALK 
Scary sounding!
Hi Sarah and Jay. The huge Swedish forests make an indelible impression. As a child I read about the Water Spirit. A spirit that lures people into death by drowning. A midsummer night in Sweden we passed a house where the tones from a violin floated toward us from an open window. The story about the water spirit popped up as if I had read it the day before. The painting by Ernst Josephson fits well with the mood I find in the Swedish nature. and the folklore that insists on being remembered 😲😁
Dear Hanna,
I can understand how those memories would stay with you! Thank you for sharing your stories and pictures. We love seeing a bit of your part of the world!
Sincerely, Sarah and Jay
Thanks a lot for visiting!! In fact you got a little closer walking the Camino de Santiago 😊
All the best and many wishes for happy days ahead,
Hanna
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