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
Ailsa Craig, British poet and painter, William Bell Scott
Some journeys are about a quest: An adventure, the magic of course, and about treasures and love. *
The Matterhorn German-American painter, Albert Bierstadt
The greatest gift of life on the mountain is time. Time to think or not think, read or not read, scribble or not scribble— to sleep and cook and walk in the woods, to sit and stare at the shapes of the hills. ~ Phillip Connors
Frühling am See Austrian painter, Alois Tott
You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain; I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care. As the peach-blossom flows down stream and is gone into the unknown, I have a world apart that is not among men. Green Mountain ~ Li Bai
The Watzmann German Romantic landscape painter, Caspar David Friedrich
When clouds cover the sun, then mountains, trees and rocks turn into dark threatening shadows, so even the snow hides in the darkness. Waterfalls and wild rivers orchestrate their own strangely bizarre music and the wind howls its contribution as for chasing a fear in the lonely wanderer. Monstrous, deformed trees suddenly look like creatures from another world. No wonder that people thought there were trolls in this incredible universe that Norway’s mountain world poses. The paintings I have found here reveal the powerful effect that nature has had on the artists.
The Labro Falls at Kongsberg Norwegian romantic painter Thomas Fearnley commons.wikimedia
… And here I met trolls. Maybe it was the river that sang like that in my ears. Maybe it was the stars that were so high up there. Maybe the feeling of loneliness in here. Maybe this weird mix of wildness and peace. Or maybe it was quite simply the change of weather that quickly crept inwards on the morning twig?
At least they came that night. It was a whole bunch of trolls. Big and heavy they rose to meet over the ridge, thick and round they rolled down from the peaks, small and shabby they emerge from the heather. They climbed awkwardly on grey stones and ravens, nodded slowly to each other, shook their hams and mumbled into the air.
They did not pay attention to me … * Kari Heftye Skollerud Journalist
Landscape with a River Norwegian painter Hans Leganger Reusch commons.wikimedia
Snowfield Norwegian painter Johan Fredrik Eckersberg commons.wikimedia
Anyone who has once crossed the grey mountains of Trollheimen and wandered in the lush, wooded valleys between them, listened to the restless journey of the rivers between snow-glaciers and the sea and picked the berries of late summer, will always long to return… Trollheimen, is a mountain adventure, a mountain home that is able to enchant those who seek fresh strength in the simple life of walking.* Karl H. BroxJournalist and author
Nordic Landscape with Trolltindene Norwegian painter and professor Johan Christian Dahl commons.wikimedia
We were walking in the wild part of a forest when we met a woman at a crossroad. She asked for directions and soon we fell into conversation about walks, nature and places.
She’d just finished an outstanding week’s holiday in England. An English friend had introduced her to The Lake District. Let me put it this way: The Lake District had got one more ambassador.
London is the only place I have visited in England. But one of my favorite books as a child was The Swallows and the Amazons by Arthur Ransome.
A few years ago I learned by chance that the stories weren’t only fiction, but some part had their origins in reality. Windermere and Coniston Water in Lake District were the focal point.
———————-
George Kitching owns Lakeland Walking Tales. If you miss inspiration for an exciting hike in The Lake District, then you will not go in vain on Lakeland Walking Tales
Mei shows her love for photography, travel, and hiking through her blog: Mei Photo Images. Jewels Of The English Lake District is a wonderful tribute to The Lake District.
Mike never miss a chance to go for a walk including glacier walking depending on what country he is in. Luckily, I can show you excellent pictures of Lake Windermere because Mike’s wife, Jude, loves sailing. Mike calls his blog: A Little Bit Out of Focus.
Steve Foster takes us around Buttermere Lake. Another wonderful place in Lake District. Steve calls his blog: Treks and Tors.
Take pleasure in finding your own paths and leave only your footprints behind. Happy walks 😍
Nature has many dramatic expressions from wonderfully mild summer weather to storm and thunder that roars between the mountain walls. I chose these lovely paintings on Wikimedia. Details coming up soon!
‘Coniston Water’ by Painter and illustrator, Harold Sutton Palmer.
Pearson C. – Watercolor – Landscape in the Lakes district 1867
Julius Caesar Ibbetson Lake Windermere Google Art Project
Grasmere Lake.
Alfred de Bréanski Snr. – Borrowdale
Skiddaw from Derwentwater by Richard Corbould
Henry Clarence Whaite Mountain mist, sun rise (Lake District)
Note
“Swallows and Amazons is a series of children’s books by the English writer Arthur Ransome. The series is named after the title of the first book in the series. The 12 books are about the adventures by groups of children during school holidays. Events mostly take place in England and Scotland between the World War I and World War II. The stories usually are about outdoor activities, especially camping, fishing and sailing.” * Wikipedia
Autumn is the wonderful time of year for a walk in the mountains. This image of mine is from Norway on our way to Grimsdalen, Dovre.
He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams. ~ J.R.R. Tolkien
I walk in the hills overlooking the glorious flashing blue Maglesø.
Vines, blackberries, apples and roses present themselves in the most attractive way.
Everywhere there is a lushness and a beauty hidden in these lovely green hills.
The Sealand Alps, a nickname for a beloved glacial landscape.
…Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays… Summer Sun by Robert Louis Stevenson
Notes
I kan læse mere om Maglesø på danskebjerge.dk
Endvidere kan I se Maglesø klædt i hvidt i danskebjerge.dk’s galleri.
HANNA'S WALK 
You must be logged in to post a comment.