Gentle, peacefully, picturesque and lovely. That is the Danish Fjords. A breathtaking look will dazzle you when your eyes catch sight of small houses along the coastline and toy-like ferries that serve the islands with goods, mail and travellers.
Don’t forget:
Beautiful sunsets need cloudy skies.
~ Paulo Coelho
Today was the day we had been waiting for. Sunshine and frost in the grass. I went for a wonderful outing among many 🙂
Light! We spoke photography and light.
When I got home I thought about the sea.
Is there anything better than the light by the sea?
It was to be the mountains: Norway, Valdresflya.
The wide view and a marvellous experience of the sky.
The picture below is from Hundested, North Zealand, Denmark.
I came out of the woods just before dusk.
A poplar towards the evening sky was the first sight that met me.
What a sight!
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Nothing gold can stay ~ Robert Frost
Bad weather does not exist! It is only a matter of clothes and positive attitude.
That attitude has worked for me for many years.
But a jammed jet stream makes me suffer together with many people and not only in Denmark.
It has caused the wettest autumn in man’s memory, and will probably end up making it the wettest year ever.
It is as if the sun has disappeared forever.
That’s why I visited my time machine – Autumn 2018. A necessity for maintaining a healthy mental state 🙂
The headline is not to be confused with one of my favourite poems by Dylan Thomas: Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night. Sorry about my black humour!
Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate
And though I oft have passed them by
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun. ~ J.R.R. Tolkien
The way to read a fairy tale is to throw yourself in. ~ W.H. Auden
There are special days in life that stands out as bright memories. There might be joyous days with the ones you love. And then there are days when you are out on your own. Days which are perfect for exploring all kind of winding paths in the woods.
It was on such a day, a spring day when I heard a deep hoarse call above the path. The tree tops formed a perfect acoustic space for bird song. A green airy room. Light-hearted I walked under the beautiful arch.
Suddenly, the deep hoarse call came back. I looked up into the foliage vault, as a large black bird flew into the woods and back over the source.
Now I saw them. Two young ravens sat perched on a branch waiting for food and the latest news from the outside world.
On this wonderful autumn day I can not help but look for the ravens from that glorious day in spring.
HANNA'S WALK 
You must be logged in to post a comment.