Ice Fun in the Evening Glow

We grasp a few apples from a wooden box, on our way down the stairs. The snowy roads are quiet, and the snow sparkles in the low sun. We park our bikes up against the trees leaning over the frozen lake.

There are all kind of people out skating. Old and youngsters and those in between.

We can hear the children screaming when one of them gets caught on the frozen lake.
It’s a unified image of joy and desire for life.

The only light on the lake is the sun setting in the horizon and a few street lamps up upon the hill. Yet, it never gets completely dark. Later on the moon lights up the snow, and makes the evening unforgettable.

It is only when the cold overwhelms us that we find our way home after an experience of a lifetime.

This wonderful evocative painting from the Danish painter Anders Andersen-Lundby, refreshed one of many outings I had with my brother, when we were children.

When we had given our bodies to the wind,
And all the shadowy banks, on either side,
Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still
The rapid line of motion; then at once
Have I, reclining back upon my heels,
Stopp’d short, yet still the solitary Cliffs
Wheeled by me, even as if the earth had roll’d
With visible motion her diurnal round;
Behind me did they stretch in solemn train
Feebler and feebler, and I stood and watch’d
Till all was tranquil as a dreamless sleep.

William Wordsworth from “The Prelude”

14 thoughts on “Ice Fun in the Evening Glow

  1. Ah – a wonderful palette of words, poetry and paint. Thank you, Hanna! Golden memories – I guess we will not have much ice or snow in the future. We have had nothing this winter so far.

    • Thanks a lot, Leya!! It was an enjoyable journey back in time, together with a Danish Golden Age Painter and an English poet.
      I could not be in better company. We don’t have winter in Denmark either. Yet only a year ago I went on a totally adventurous winter walk with lots of snow. Sometimes I have a hard time believing it 🙂

  2. Beautiful poem, beautiful image, and how lovely the memory! Love William Wordsworth! Had to recite his poem Daffodils at high school 😉

    • Thank you so much, Anuscka. Working with art and poetry are very enriching!
      I love the Daffodils poem. I once tried to shoot lake and daffodils together – in Denmark, but no lake or daffodils could match William Wordsworth’s description.
      I’m positively sure that you impressed them all 🌻🙂

    • Sometimes a painting sets me out on a journey. Together with William Wordsworth prelude and the memory of me and my brother’s craving for adventures, the inspiration became joyous.
      Thanks a lot for the encouragement, George!!

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