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.
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Snowy Days
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.
Golden Monday
All that glitters is not black.
The Awakening of an Oak
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.
Autumn’s Fire
Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods.
William Allingham
Birches
A Fabulous Moraine Landscape
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
Thaw and Icy wind
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
FROST
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
That’s how the light gets in
In the rising of the sun and in its going down,
In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
In the opening of the buds and in the warmth of summer,
In the rustling of leaves and the beauty of autumn,
In the beginning of the year and when it ends,
When we are weary and in need of strength,
When we are lost and sick of heart,
When we have joys we yearn to share,
So long as we live, they too shall live,
For they are now a part of us, as
We remember them.
Gates of Prayer,
Reform Judaism Prayer Book
Gerry, from the blog That’s How The Light Gets in, wrote this brilliant post: Goodbye Leonard: You let in the light for us all
HANNA'S WALK 
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