Paying Attention

Are you planning your own walks?

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 ❤️

Note

My most attentive readers may have read about this walk before. I hope you enjoy it this time too 🙂

The Unimaginable Mountain Lakes

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

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

A Deep Hoarse Call

The way to read a fairy tale is to throw yourself in. ~ W.H. Auden

There are special days in life that stands out as bright memories. There might be joyous days with the ones you love. And then there are days when you are out on your own. Days which are perfect for exploring all kind of winding paths in the woods.

It was on such a day, a spring day when I heard a deep hoarse call above the path. The tree tops formed a perfect acoustic space for bird song. A green airy room. Light-hearted I walked under the beautiful arch.

Suddenly, the deep hoarse call came back. I looked up into the foliage vault, as a large black bird flew into the woods and back over the source.

Now I saw them. Two young ravens sat perched on a branch waiting for food and the latest news from the outside world.

On this wonderful autumn day I can not help but look for the ravens from that glorious day in spring.

When nature comes close…

When the weather is grey and misty it’s nice to choose a path where nature comes close.
A winding path along a lake is always worth a walk.
The water attracts the bird life and among birch trees and shrubs, I find a large flock of blue tits and other small birds.

They look cute, the blue tits. The birds look like they are wearing dark glasses. They are very fast and always on guard.
That is why I can not show you any photos of my favorites 🙂
The blue tits always make me laugh. Lovely birds!

A lake is the landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature.
It is earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.
Henry David Thoreau