I need positive stories and I’m not getting them from the news.
January 2023 is the hottest and wettest month on record. Fields are under water and inflation presents many people with challenges. And sadly there is a war going on too. That’s for Europe alone! Oh! I forgot the Corona scourge.
January is a dark month, particular with the absent of snow. So I need positive stories and nature doesn’t fail!
Yesterday I saw the little white-throated dipper. It was in a good mood. That’s my own opinion 😉😊 The bird had taken up residence on a rock, if it wasn’t walking around the bottom of the fast-flowing stream in search of spring fly larvae and other goodies. The bird nodded and preened its feathers and tilted with its tail. Quite a ballet, I think.
The white stag and the white-throated dipper are my crown jewels. Though the green mosses that light up on fallen trees in the forest floor are marvellous too. The trees are allowed to stay to support birds with food, they find in cracks and under the bark.
And I forgot all the nice people who are out enjoying nature too. The good talks, many smiles and the enthusiasm! It is uplifting.
Nature is incredible, enchanting, stimulating, sublime, extraordinary, staggering, impressive…
The deer are lying in the grass. People are free and enjoying a walk in the sun.
A sea eagle circles high above, but disappear in the absence of prey.
Fantastic day after a Christmas with dark clouds and rain. The chill factor is minus 1 degree. I think about how much the factor is when cycling. But there’s no reason to dwell on the cold, so I rush off to be sheltered by the woods 😊
The very best trips are the ones I plan myself because the attention I have in the planning is aroused when I walk the route. For me, the attention is what makes the journey a wonderful adventure. Such a walk was the spring trip on foot to Dronningmølle along Esrum lake.
I traveled by train into Denmark’s oldest forest, Gribskov and started my trip between spruce and beech trees. The sun was shining and the air flickered as the fog rose into the air.
Many hours later, I boarded a train in the late evening hours with an overwhelming sense of joy over nature.
Happy Adventures and Leave Only Your Footprints Behind ❤️
My most attentive readers may have read about this walk before. I hope you enjoy it this time too 🙂
We are walking, climbing and running down the mountainside and suddenly the lake is there. Indescribably beautiful. We are silent for a moment. The moment must be kept, never forgotten. Mountain lakes are wondrous. A reflection of sky and mountain. A raven watch every step we take. The only sound is the cry of the bird while it is moving uneasily on a branch. Life is here and now.
Outlet at Lake Tahoe by the German-American painter, Albert Bierstadt
The Head of a Scotch Lake by the British painter, Alfred de Breanski
Mountain Scene by the German-American painter, Albert Bierstadt
In the Mountains by the German-American painter, Albert Bierstadt