“Have you ever seen
in your life
than the way the sun,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone — …”
The Sun by Mary Oliver
One fine November evening
Én af de fineste november aftener ved Inderbredning i Isefjorden
“…The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.”
By Elizabeth Coatsworth
Imagine if we still believed in trolls.
Stories, told around the fireplace are no more. But how did they originate in the first place?
Dark forests, bogs and misty shapes across the meadow.
Of course, it was teeming with trolls everywhere 🤤
In Denmark we have several forests named after trolls.
Forests, where crippled trees reach out their tentacles for terrified walkers.
It’s always good fun when you are safe at home😁