Crows, strutting among bluebells and buttercups.
The skylark is dancing in the blue, singing absolutely wonderful. Otherwise everything is quiet in the scorching sun.
The deer are hiding in the shade.
It’s very hot, the jaunt is out of this world.





Crows, strutting among bluebells and buttercups.
The skylark is dancing in the blue, singing absolutely wonderful. Otherwise everything is quiet in the scorching sun.
The deer are hiding in the shade.
It’s very hot, the jaunt is out of this world.





Rådvad Dam was a welcoming sight after a dusty bike ride. I was greeted with a light breeze and the swallows’ artificial flight. Rådvad Dam is a lovely part of the Mill River in Kongens Lyngby.

This picture painted in 1908 by the Danish painter Harald Slott Georg Moller, is precisely the intense atmosphere I associate with midsummer.
I think it is the finest evening of the year.

The Great Deer Park has trees for everyone. The old oak department is a department of its own. I’ve found shelter in an old hollow oak on a snowy day.




Bike riding on the small country roads in North Zealand is very enjoyable.
Mind you the last picture is the entrance to a farm with highland cattle 🙂





I had a lovely shift in the weather yesterday:
A grey sky is broken,
by a fresh wind.
The smell of brine, and dog rose.
A new poem begins,
one full of play and white horses.




The weather often changes in Denmark.
The western wind brings a raft of low pressure across the country

An idyllic quiet day by the sea

A creation of some outstanding clouds in the sky.

Kite surfing in icy weather

Storm coming up

Enjoying the day despite the lack of sun

A joyous speed on a beautiful stormy day




Wind in my hair and the scent of lilacs.
The blackbird is singing, accompanied by a woman’s soft humming.
That is the poetry of nature the last day in May.

A wonderful Hawthorn

Tucked between the trees is a magnificent house listed in oak for the deer’s food

One among many moods of the ancient Rådvad

An anonymous mass grave from the cholera epidemic in Copenhagen in 1853, is hidden under hawthorns inside the gate of Taarbæk

Click my picture above to read my post about the Death and the Hawthorn

A path along the anonymous graves in Taarbæk

The pond at Rådvad

Another atmosphere provided from Rådvad
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