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
I did a wonderful walk in the Northern part of Zealand today.
The sea was fabulous reflecting the blue sky.
The lifeguards were in place at Villingebæk Beach:
”Come and play in the small waves”
Air: 18 C, Water: 17 ° C,
Not yet ❄
Standing on the last bridge over the Mill River on my way to Øresund.
Behind the buildings lies the glittering blue Sound.
The strait between Denmark and Sweden.
Sunday the temperature crept above 30 degrees in the shade.
Today the thermometer shows max 12 degrees with a strong wind and rain.
Perhaps you have heard of it before: A sacred hole tree.
If you have diseases or ailments, you must crawl through the hole in the tree.
There is a tradition of being naked because it is a kind of rebirth.
When you climb through the hole, you have to sacrifice a piece of clothing to the tree as thanks.
Hole trees are primarily healing trees, but often they are also taboo trees that one must not harm.
I found this tree on the meadow and was content to take this picture as the only action 😊
All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better
Ralph Waldo Emerson
– even if you should pass a Whomping Willow
What a beautiful, sunny morning. It makes you happy to be alive, doesn’t it? We can’t let the sun
outshine us! We have to beam, too!
Takayuki Ikkaku
HANNA'S WALK 
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