When the storm rages …

When the weather pulls up to a storm, and dark clouds colours huge mountains in black, where would you go to?

Part of the river at Hellesylt, Søndmør
Artist: Knud Knudsen
Photograph. Dated: 1881

Like Children…

How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.

At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.
By Elsie N. Brady, Leaves

Diversity

It has been a unique place to explore once. Old hulls, small wooden houses, giant cranes between towering container stacks and sand piles as high as mountains.
Old chairs and sofas forgotten by their owners stood deserted and alluring with empty seats. Small coves with construction waste taken over by the most beautiful flowers and grasses. There were many great fishing spots, where a folding chair could be used along with a packed lunch and a good cup of coffee.

There are still a small area with small wooden houses where people pursuits with their boats and flowers or repairs of a weather vane.
But I recognize a difference. Small improvised roadblocks pop up like dandelions in asphalt, so that curious urban residents don’t disturb the quietness that still exist in the area.
They are almost gone the intriguing places, and what is left is fenced … and yet, out there where a large cruise ship docks, here’s still cozy activities.

Fiskeri og Badning i Nordhavn

Længe leve mangfoldigheden ❤

Det har været et unikt sted at udforske en gang. Gamle skibsskrog, små træhuse, gigantiske kraner mellem tårnhøje container stakke og sand bunker så høje som bjerge.

Gamle stole og sofaer glemt af deres ejere stod øde og dragende med tomme pladser. Små vige med byggeaffald overtaget af smukke blomster, græsser og blåt hav. Overalt var der gode fiskesteder, hvor en klapstol kunne ‘indtages’ sammen med frokosten og en god kop kaffe.
Der er stadig et lille område med små træhuse, hvor folk sysler med deres både og blomster, eller reparerer en vejrhane. Men jeg opdager en forskel. Små improviserede vejspærringer popper op som mælkebøtter i asfalt, så nysgerrige byboere ikke forstyrrer den smule fred, der stadig eksisterer i området.
De er næsten væk de spændende steder, og hvad der er tilbage er indhegnet … og alligevel, derude, hvor et stort krydstogtskib ligger til kaj, her er stadigvæk hyggelige og sjove aktiviteter.