A walk enclosed in black brown grey and a bit of green colours 🙂
Bare branches of each tree
on this chilly January morn
look so cold so forlorn.
Gray skies dip ever so low
left from yesterday’s dusting of snow.
Yet in the heart of each tree
waiting for each who wait to see
new life as warm sun and breeze will blow,
like magic, unlock springs sap to flow,
buds, new leaves, then blooms will grow.
Nelda Hartmann, January Morn
Just before Christmas I had a nice walk in the oldest forest in Denmark, Gribskov.
The sky was grey but when I got to the mountain Fruebjerg the sun broke through the darkness and revealed a lovely scenery.
Never let you fooled by the weather forecast.
Go out there and see for yourself 🙂
Kære danske læsere.
Hvis I har spørgsmål til turen, så spørg endelig i kommentarfeltet.
I er velkomne!
Yesterday was a beautiful day.
I chose the paths running along rivers and ponds.
… Let the woodpecker drum and drum on a hickory stump.
He has been swimming in red and blue pools somewhere hundreds of years
And the blue has gone to his wings and the red has gone to his head.
Let his red head drum and drum.
Let the dark pools hold the birds in a looking-glass.
And if the pool wishes, let it shiver to the blur of many wings, old swimmers from old places.
Let the redwing streak a line of vermillion on the green wood lines.
And the mist along the river fix its purple in lines of a woman’s shawl on lazy shoulders.
Carl Sandburg
Last Sunday the meteorologists had predicted sunshine, only interrupted by heavy rain with a touch of hail and snow showers.
We hurried off to the forest.
Here at the clay pit we saw the sun shine for a minimum of thirty minutes.
But lovely while it lasted 🙂
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
‘We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,’
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
Oliver Herford, I Heard a Bird Sing
Today, thirty minutes before sunset 🙂
Saturday morning the fog wraps itself around everything .
The light changes rapidly,
The contours of people and landscape change.
A dreamlike landscape shrouded in mist and fragments of blue sky.
The Light Changes Everything.
I love that sea view, where ships in the horizon line look as if they are about to tumble over the edge of the earth.
That’s the kind of experience you can have in Dragoer. Furthermore you can see the bridge which connect Denmark with Sweden, Oeresundsbroen.
But wait! There is an other important subject out there. A lighthouse on a caisson 6 kilometres out in the sea, Drogden Fyr.
The Navy has used it as a Coastal Lookout Station since 1937. The Germans occupied the lighthouse during World War II. They mounted an air defence grenade, and used it when British planes fired at the lighthouse. The men who work here have no desire for another job. At least not, if you ask the boss of the lighthouse.
Every Wednesday is the changeover day. Fresh men and fresh supplies sail 6 kilometres to their second home.
They have their own room, a common living room, and a large workroom, which is their lookout point.
About 100 big ships pass the lighthouse every day and the channel is only 300 meters wide.
Drogden Lighthouse is an outpost, but only in the literal sense.
A walk among the old well preserved houses in Dragoer is a great way to spend an hour or two. The cinema in Dragoer has two honorary members. One of them is Ghita Norby and the other one is: Viggo Mortensen. Known as Aragorn in “The Lord of the Rings”. He has family in Dragoer!
“Dragør was founded in the 12th century, and grew quickly as a fishing port. In 1370, the Hanseatic League was granted some trade privileges in the town. Dragør continued to grow – as the home of one of the largest fishing fleets in the country and as a base for salting and processing fish.” Wikipedia.
HANNA'S WALK 
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