“Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.
leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs-
leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)
your own life, timid and standing high and growing,
so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.”
Sunset by Rainer Maria Rilke is a favourite poem of mine ✨✨✨
Fierce gusts made it difficult for me to keep my balance – on the ground 🤣
But some surfers had a tremendous play with waves.
Several were captured by the wind and hang for a moment what looked like 3 to 4 meters above the sea.
It may take a long time to walk along winding paths, but nature is close and you never know what is hiding behind the next turn.
When the weather pulls up to a storm, and dark clouds colours huge mountains in black, where would you go to?
Part of the river at Hellesylt, Søndmør
Artist: Knud Knudsen
Photograph. Dated: 1881
This picture painted in 1908 by the Danish painter Harald Slott Georg Moller, is precisely the intense atmosphere I associate with midsummer.
I think it is the finest evening of the year.
Wind in my hair and the scent of lilacs.
The blackbird is singing, accompanied by a woman’s soft humming.
That is the poetry of nature the last day in May.
A wonderful Hawthorn
Tucked between the trees is a magnificent house listed in oak for the deer’s food
One among many moods of the ancient Rådvad
An anonymous mass grave from the cholera epidemic in Copenhagen in 1853, is hidden under hawthorns inside the gate of Taarbæk
Click my picture above to read my post about the Death and the Hawthorn
A path along the anonymous graves in Taarbæk
The pond at Rådvad
Another atmosphere provided from Rådvad
Timeless sea breezes,
sea-wind of the night:
you come for no one;
if someone should wake,
he must be prepared
how to survive you…
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
A Danish painter Laurits Tuxen (1853–1927) The North Sea in stormy weather. After sunset. Højen.
The picture below text conjured up lovely days by the sea in the month of May years ago.
We went on excursions in the forest and on the beach. We only used the rented house to sleep in.
The fresh sea air, the smell of sand and the spicy sweetness of resin from the pine trees.
The scents are missing from the picture, but when I close my eyes, the scents meet me as if I were walking through the forest on my way to the sea.
I’ve had the profound joy to visit my family in Jyllinge for many years. I thought I recognised the landscape in the painting of H.A. Brendekilde and today I found the evidence on a culture site in the neighbouring municipality, Frederikssund.
Brendekilde lived in Jyllinge for several years until his death in March 1942. The painting shows the lovely view over the fjord to Lilleø and Hornsherred.
By the Danish painter, H. A. Brendekilde, 1857–1942.
I think my favourite path is a path leading to the fjord.
HANNA'S WALK 
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