The weather is cold as we enter a dark and almost eerie forest. Hesitantly, the snow begins to fall. Floating, fluttering snowflakes fall on trees, and moss. As if the snow doesn’t know the meaning of it. Hours later, when I look over my shoulder on our way out of the forest I know the purpose. The forest has turned into a bright living adventure. A homage to nature.
Danish painter Anders Andersen-Lundby, En vinterskov 1882
Danish painter Anders Andersen-Lundby, Winter Evening 1886.
Hanna Greenwood, An Enchanted Winter Day 2021
“There is nothing in the world so quiet as snow, when it softly falls through the air, muffles your steps, lulls, lulls gently the voices which speak too loudly.”1
Danish painter Peder Mørk Mønsted, Wood in Snow
1 The danish author Helge Rode wrote the poem in 1886, There is nothing in the world as quiet as snow
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
The collection of pictures is from everywhere 😉 This summer is rich in natural beauty. I found amazing hawthorn in a military training area. They had shooting drills in a separate area, so no danger. By the river I find white throated dipper in winter, but now the bird is back home in Norway. The meadow grass glittered with dew, and everything oozed with Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
… From this hour, freedom! From this hour I ordain myself loosed of limits and imaginary lines, Going where I list—my own master, total and abso- lute, Listening to others, and considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.…
I love the writing by the Danish author, Henrik Nordbrandt. His words create amazing scenarios in the cinema of my soul. Exotic words and places, become like little boats broken loose from their moorings, to drift off in high sea. Soon up, soon down. Soon up, overlooking magnificent palaces, and exuberant crowds, soon down, where only half-truths are revealed and the rest is filled with the invigorating power of imagination.
… Around your figure stands an aura, like a blooming hawthorn had set itself on fire to surpass your shadow in beauty. Added strings to your being would deepen the silence or make the strings burst into song …
This poetry is taken from a wonderful poem, Alcyone and translated by myself. Forgive me for that!
Still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate And though I oft have passed them by A day will come at last when I Shall take the hidden paths that run West of the Moon, East of the Sun. ~ J.R.R. Tolkien