Rain, lots of rain. In addition, it’s cold, and a gale is sweeping across the country tonight. That’s why I found pictures from Norway. It did rain on that holiday too. But not for four months 🥴🙂
Author: Hanna
A Temple of Nature
High upon a forest slope tucked between the trees stands a bench. Sometimes I climb up the slope just to sit in silence on that bench. A seep emerges at the foot of the hill and all kind of birds come here to drink. Even Hugin and Munin ⚡🙂 A temple of nature.
“And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.” ~ William Shakespeare
An inspiring, humorous and kind blogger has left us.
Dedicated blogger and journalist, Alen McFadzean is no longer among us.
I will miss his humorous posts about mysteriously forgotten train waggons in the mountains. The colourful depictions of the Vikings’ entry into England, and his ability to link historical events with the exploration of his mountains.
My thoughts are with his family and friends.
Columnist at Lakeland Walker, Alen McFadzean
The Poetic Fjords
Gentle, peacefully, picturesque and lovely. That is the Danish Fjords. A breathtaking look will dazzle you when your eyes catch sight of small houses along the coastline and toy-like ferries that serve the islands with goods, mail and travellers.
Cloudy Skies
Don’t forget:
Beautiful sunsets need cloudy skies.
~ Paulo Coelho
The first of December
King Frost came to visit
Today was the day we had been waiting for. Sunshine and frost in the grass. I went for a wonderful outing among many 🙂
The Marvellous Sky
Light! We spoke photography and light.
When I got home I thought about the sea.
Is there anything better than the light by the sea?
It was to be the mountains: Norway, Valdresflya.
The wide view and a marvellous experience of the sky.
The picture below is from Hundested, North Zealand, Denmark.
Enjoying the evening sky
I came out of the woods just before dusk.
A poplar towards the evening sky was the first sight that met me.
What a sight!
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Nothing gold can stay ~ Robert Frost
HANNA'S WALK 
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