Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky,
How beautiful it is?
All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness
There is a poem, there is a song.
Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring.
When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with
The music of many leaves,
Which in due season fall and are blown away.
And this is the way of life.
Krishnamurti
The Other World, an advent calendar produced by Danish television has scenes which take place on this bridge.
The bridge is a magical place for Anna, one of the main characters in the story.
When Anna wants to ponder, this is the place where she will go to.
© hannaswalk.com
Years ago we had some beautiful snowy days. Because it is the first of December, I want to show you some of my pictures from these days.
All that glitters is not black.
High skies and a light breeze.
An oak holds its breath, while a tree creeper sweep the deep furrows.
Church bells in the distance blends, with a bullfinch’s cautious call.
I take a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air mixed with the delicate fragrance of sorrel.
A slight breeze awakens the oak, the tree creeper disappears around a corner,
I disappear down the path, rested and happy.
Hanna Greenwood
Happy walk to all of you.
Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods.
William Allingham
The landscape consists of vast forests, open meadows bogs and fields.
The nature maintains by sheep and cows, and as a glorious disturbance in the middle of the moraine landscape lies the lake, Sjælsø as a sparkling jewel.
I’ve often cycle through Rude Skov and towards the lake, Sjælsø. This route is one of my favourite excursions. A fabulous dramatically variation of a landscape created by the last ice age 10,000 years ago.
NOTE
Find vej på Sjælsøstien
I kan se flere billeder fra et flot morænelandskab her:
Eventyrlig Vandring Over 3 Danske Bjerge
The Highest Peak in North Sealand
Weather is changing now. Thaw and icy wind were my companions on today’s walk.
While I write these words rain is drumming on the roof.
Autumn Conundrum
It’s not that every leaf must finally fall . . .
it’s just that we can never catch them all.
by Michael R. Burch
Someone painted pictures on my
Windowpane last night —
Willow trees with trailing boughs
And flowers, frosty white,
And lovely crystal butterflies;
But when the morning sun
Touched them with its golden beams,
They vanished one by one.
Helen Bayley Davis, Jack Frost
HANNA'S WALK 
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