The weather has been changing a lot lately. April fulfills her reputation 😊
We went off to the sea, but before we left home we checked the chill factor – and put on an extra layer.
They sat there on the beach in a row, people. The sun was shining, but a strong, icy cold wind was coming from the north. I couldn’t help but thinking how the sea saw the row on the beach. As if a sea can see? They sat wrapped in blankets. The blankets they should have been sitting on. But they stayed. Just a little bit more. The sea was unfolding its ever-changing canvas, and they could miss something: A lovely cloud, a sharply delineated ship on the horizon, the screaming seabirds or the patrol of the oystercatchers. The sound when a wave breaks on the reef, or a nice ripple on the seventh wave. It’s not a goodbye, but see you later ❤
My small collection of beach photos illustrate the ever-changing canvas
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
I’ve been out and about the last few days. Beautiful imaginative clouds appear in the sky as stacked bubbles and waves. The sky is blue and the air is clear. It’s enticing and irresistible.
Hornbæk Plantage
Øresund
Øresund
A View of Kronborg Castle in the distance
Remember your packed lunch and leave only your footprints behind. Happy walks ❤
This spring came suddenly from day to day. Even the snowdrifts gave up the fight eventually. They lay boasting of the last snow, telling a story of an unexpectedly harsh winter. But maybe we haven’t seen the end of winter yet.
~ Thaw by Edward Thomas Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed The speculating rooks at their nests cawed And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass, What we below could not see, Winter pass.
HANNA'S WALK 
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