The Perfect Place

It was on a bike ride Rudolph Tegner found the perfect place for his sculptures:

On a trip over fences and bog rose a bare hill in North Zealand.

Swallows flew over the ground, and the larks disappeared into space with jubilant song –

The wind stroked moaning over grass and heather and no man was to see for miles away.

This was the place.

The long hill with the vast view towards Kullen –

Kattegat in the north, and the forests at Esrum and Horneby in the west and south.

There, countless of statues could grow and become one with earth and sky.

Rudolp Tegner

4 Comments on “The Perfect Place

    • Hej Henry. Naturen er virkelig unik, og sammenholdt med Tegners skulpturer, er det, som du skriver, virkeligt et besøg værd.

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