Lots of people were out and about enjoying the sun, wind, and the fresh air this spring. I caught the picture of two ramblers with the Øresund Bridge in the background.
Today is a cold rainy day in August. In fact, it could easily have been a day in November. I was looking through my own pictures to match the light of Joaquín Sorolla’s wonderful paintings. But I decided to deviate, with this summer image back in June 2015, where people were wearing overcoats. Just like today 😀
The light on a Danish beach, Bellevue, 8. June, 2015.
After Bathing, date 1915. Spanish painter and university teacher, Joaquín Sorolla
The Fisherman, date 1904. Spanish painter and university teacher, Joaquín Sorolla
Time for a Bathe, Valencia, date 1909. Spanish painter and university teacher, Joaquín Sorolla
Valencian Fisherman, date 1895. Spanish painter and university teacher, Joaquín Sorolla
Ailsa Craig, British poet and painter, William Bell Scott
Some journeys are about a quest: An adventure, the magic of course, and about treasures and love. *
The Matterhorn German-American painter, Albert Bierstadt
The greatest gift of life on the mountain is time. Time to think or not think, read or not read, scribble or not scribble— to sleep and cook and walk in the woods, to sit and stare at the shapes of the hills. ~ Phillip Connors
Frühling am See Austrian painter, Alois Tott
You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain; I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care. As the peach-blossom flows down stream and is gone into the unknown, I have a world apart that is not among men. Green Mountain ~ Li Bai
The Watzmann German Romantic landscape painter, Caspar David Friedrich
My first encounter with mountains was in Italy. After one night of driving, the mountains towered up in front of me. That landscape was magnificent and impressive. I’ll will never forget the following days on narrow mountain roads. A sublime adventure.
Danish painter, Carl Frederik Aagaard. Amalfi Coast seen from Convento dei cappuccini – 1894
Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow. ~ Anita Desai
Danish painter, Carl Frederik Aagaard. View of the Gulf of Naples – 1871.
I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson, Travels with a Donkey in the Cévennes
Danish painter, Carl Frederik Aagaard. Lodge on Lake Como
We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there. ~ Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon
Danish painter, Carl Frederik Aagaard. Pergola in Amalfi ca. 1880
HANNA'S WALK 
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