Art

Releasing the Inhabitants

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If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage

into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

Today, by Billy Collins

My Favourite Paradise

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The smell of the sea and the sunlight playing in the waves.
White seabirds and ancient pines distorted by harsh weather.
An old murky house that immediately makes me think of smuggling raids and devious deals.
The old forest with shady winding paths, the moor and the burial mounds. A Paradise.

Dansk maler; Viggo Christian Frederik Vilhelm Pedersen
Udsigt over Tisvilde
Birth: 1854 Death: 1926

Dansk maler; P.C. Skovgaard
Udkanten af Tisvilde Hegn. Blæst
Birth: 1817 Death: 1875

A Weather Window

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Hornbaek

“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”
~ Charles Dickens, Great Expectations.

Skovshoved

Faul Play in the Forest

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Sometimes, a story sticks with me for a long time. It was such a one my friend; JJ told me about. One day he had a walk in the big old forest, Gribskov. That particular day was a day where he walked for hours without meeting anyone.

It was on his way home just before the fir trees darken the paths, that he saw two men digging between the trees up upon a hill.
One of them caught glimpse of JJ and threw the spade exclaiming: I gotta have a talk with that man down there!

My friend didn’t wait for him. He disappeared further into the forest, where the shady dark green colour becomes black and the intense scent of fir trees merge together in the silence.

Even years after hearing the story I fantasise about what they dug up – or down upon that hill.
The story popped up again when I saw the image of Hans Andersen Brændekilde, Jægeren.
I get the impression of foul play.

Jægeren by Hans Andersen Brændekilde
A Danish painter; H.A. Brændekilde
Born 7. April 1857, Brændekilde, Death 30. marts 1942, Jyllinge.

The beautiful coast of Sweden

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It was an outstanding walk in June along the Swedish coast of Halland with good friends.
Now I’m going to visit that coast again in August – September to enjoy the flowering heather. Just like Johan Frederik Krouthen did, a Swedish photographer and painter, when he caught the seascape so beautifully with his paintbrush.

Below you’ll find the lovely oil painting: Scene from Halland North Coast, by the Swedish photographer and painter Johan Frederik Krouthen. Birth and death: 2. November 1858 – 19. December 1932. commons.wikimedia.


Darkness

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“Stars can’t shine without darkness” ~ D.H. Sidebottom

An Idyllic Eatery In The Forest

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Peter Lieps Hus is steeped in tradition in the Deer Park north of Copenhagen.

I found wonderful paintings on wikimedia from two Danish painters: Paul Gustav Fischer and C.M. Soya – Jensen.

What a joyous time to look forward to, spring and summer ❤

Skovtur ved Peter Lieps hus i Dyrehaven, 1904
Dansk maler; Paul Gustav Fischer, 22. juli 1860 i København – 5. januar 1934 i Gentofte
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Peter Lieps House on a winter day waiting for guests to arrive.

On an autumn day in the Deer Park.

Peter Lieps Hus by Hanna’s Walk, Hanna Greenwood.

Peter Lieps Hus set fra bagsiden
Dansk maler; C.M. Soya_Jensen
Date of birth/death: 27 December 1860 – 21 February 1912
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The white mountains of Denmark

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Møns Klint is an outstanding place.
It’s beautiful, dramatic and not without danger.
Weather changes are guilty of many landslides over the years.

Some of the latest landslides:

Sommerspiret, disappeared in 1988.

In 1994, a part of Dronningestolen slipped down to the sea. A French tourist was killed.

A huge landslide happened in 2007, when up to 500,000 cubic meters of chalk, clay and soil together with approx. 100 beech trees slipped 300 meters into the Baltic Sea.

Christoffer Wilhelm Eckersberg: View of Møns Klint and the Sommerspiret.
Danish: Udsigt af Møns Klint og Sommerspiret.
Danish painter, university teacher and visual artist.
Date of birth/death: 2 January 1783 – 22 July 1853.

Carsten Henrichsen: Summer’s Day at Møn’s Cliff
Danish painter.
Date of birth/death: 23 September 1824 – 30 April 1897.

P. C. Skovgaard: View of the sea from Møens Klint.
Danish: Udsigt over havet fra Møens Klint.
Date: 1850.
Danish painter.
Date of birth/death: 4 April 1817 – 13 April 1875.

Out in a boat

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A person should go out on the water on a fine day to a small distance from a beautiful coast, if he would see Nature really smile. Never does she look so delightful, as when the sun is brightly reflected by the water, while the waves are gently rippling, and the prospect receives life and animation from the glancing transit of an occasional row-boat, and the quieter motion of a few small vessels. But the land must be well in sight; not only for its own sake, but because the immensity and awfulness of a mere sea-view would ill accord with the other parts of the glittering and joyous scene.

~ Augustus William Hare

Candlemas

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