… I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
The Cloud by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I took this picture of a hail storm over the sea yesterday.
Half an hour later we were soaked by fierce storms on our way home.
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
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
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.
Welcome March, Welcome Spring!
In the past, you brought very little rain with you.
I’ll put my faith in you ❤ – after 6 months of monsoon
and dear Jet Streams, don’t be so stubborn, please 🥴
A happy picture from a spring when the sun was shining.
“Stars can’t shine without darkness” ~ D.H. Sidebottom
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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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.
“A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.” ~ Hermann Hesse
A beloved 800 year old oak tree – The Klopstock Oak
HANNA'S WALK 
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