I had one of my known walks when suddenly I heard a cry, it was the lapwing. The bird is a seldom guest so close to built-up areas. I succeeded to photograph the lapwing despite it’s a fast flying acrobat.
#Outdoor
The Ferry
There is something magical about this ferry, Hundested-Rørvig Færgefart. Geographically we are close to the outskirts of Denmark.
Outskirts, a word used negatively in the public debate in Denmark.
I consider the outskirts of Denmark as a gilt-edged stock.
Nowadays tranquillity and untouched nature is hard to find but it’s something we all need to find in some point of our lives.
The ferry is like a magic door to an area of adventures; to beautiful coastlines and landscapes.
The Ferry returns to Rørvig
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God tur i sommerlandet, husk regntøj og madpakke!
Love Magic and Midsummer
We have been here before in winter when snow and rain vied for the right to drench the presumptuous creatures who step out on the bare and magnificent rocky beaches.
Where the wind did its best to complete the last part of the work by pushing the haughty people to the ground.
Us who thought to master the elements rampage.
Now it’s the fabled Midsummer, where anything can happen. Days, where herbs are enchanted. It’s about Freya and Frey, Vikings, rituals, and worshipping fertility and a rich harvest.
Love and magic are associated with Midsummer. If you pick seven types of flowers on the way home, and hide them under your pillow, the dream of your loved might come true.
The Blueberry Season
I shot the blueberry season underway yesterday. An early start for a delicious morsel. The characteristic for the blueberries are an upright, deciduous dwarf shrub with dark blue berries. Shrub is from 15 to 45 cm and is easily recognised because the branches are square, green and smooth. The leaves are 8-25 mm long, finely serrated, short-stemmed and green underside. Later in the year the leaves are often brown spotted. The flowers are first light, since red-green to completely red and sitting solitary in axils. The bloated jar shaped flowers are four to seven millimetres long; the stamens are smooth. The berries are six to eight mm, dark blue, or black glistening with a purple juice that reveals the blueberry eat socket when the lips are coloured blue – Very revealing, I might add.
Wish you all a good hunt!!!
Connected to the Sea
Even if you never have the chance to see or touch the ocean, the ocean touches you with every breath you take, every drop of water you drink, every bite you consume. Everyone, everywhere is inextricably connected to and utterly dependent upon the existence of the sea.
by Sylvia Earle
Happy Celebration of St John’s Eve
Summer Solstice
The deepest and most beautiful lake in Denmark
The lake is very special to me. The stories are piling up. It is as if the lake is a constant source of new adventures.
I have experienced many types of weather conditions by the lake. But the most notable was a day when the fog came rolling across the lake.
We started the day in bright sunlight but suddenly we noticed a big dark phenomena on the lake.
It was the fog that literally rolled over the lake and enveloped us in an instant.
The lake, Furesøen, is the deepest lake in Denmark; 37,7 meters deep and the dimensions are 932 hectares.
Happy walk ❤
To a Skylark
The lark trills to its heart high above the field. It disappears into the sky like a tiny dot, but the song is heard miles away and fills me with unspeakable joy. Nature is a gift!
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky!Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound?Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eyeBoth with thy nest upon the dewy ground?Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will,Those quivering wings composed, that music still!Leave to the nightingale her shady wood;A privacy of glorious light is thine;Whence thou dost pour upon the world a floodOf harmony, with instinct more divine;Type of the wise who soar, but never roam;True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home!By William Wordsworth
Happy walk ❤
Summer Sun
“Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy’s inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.”
Summer Sun, by Robert Louis Stevenson
Lyngby Åmose, Kongens Lyngby
Lyngby Åmose, Kongens Lyngby
Lyngby Åmose, Kongens Lyngby
Lyngby Åmose, Kongens Lyngby
Lyngby Åmose, Kongens Lyngby
HANNA'S WALK 
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