Wandering

Posted on 16. September 202116. September 2021 by Hanna

Lots of people were out and about enjoying the sun, wind, and the fresh air this spring. I caught the picture of two ramblers with the Øresund Bridge in the background.

Keep Up The Good Work

Posted on 14. September 2021 by Hanna

September, you are doing great. We are enjoying the wonderful days of yours ❤

By all these lovely tokens
September days are here
With summer’s best of weather
And autumn’s best of cheer.
– Author Unknown

A favorite gem of mine

Posted on 6. September 20216. September 2021 by Hanna

The Light by the Sea

Posted on 28. August 2021 by Hanna

Today is a cold rainy day in August. In fact, it could easily have been a day in November.
I was looking through my own pictures to match the light of Joaquín Sorolla’s wonderful paintings.
But I decided to deviate, with this summer image back in June 2015, where people were wearing overcoats.
Just like today 😀

The light on a Danish beach, Bellevue, 8. June, 2015.

After Bathing, date 1915. Spanish painter and university teacher, Joaquín Sorolla

The Fisherman, date 1904. Spanish painter and university teacher, Joaquín Sorolla

Time for a Bathe, Valencia, date 1909. Spanish painter and university teacher, Joaquín Sorolla

Valencian Fisherman, date 1895. Spanish painter and university teacher, Joaquín Sorolla

Some Journeys are About a Quest

Posted on 15. August 202115. August 2021 by Hanna

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