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Going to the woods…

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The trees branches, bent to the ground by the airy beautiful substance of transformation.
Drowned paths impassable in spring when the stuff melts.
What was white and clean, is now brown, black and sticky.
Soon substance of transformation tumbles in beautifully decorated pipes.
Excellent arteries are living and sparkling in light summer rain.
Then slowly the tumbling stops and paths are covered with gold.
Days grow shorter and colder.
Trees stately sleep when airy transformation fluff feathery paint the tree branches white.
Bend them to the ground when transformation fluff are numerous enough…
Hanna Greenwood

The Bog - Bøllemosen
The Bog - Bøllemosen
The Bog - Bøllemosen

Going to the woods is going home.
John Muir

A Song in October

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Clouds gather, treetops toss and sway;
But pour us wine, an old one!
That we may turn this dreary day
To golden, yes, to golden!

Autumn has come, but never fear,
Wait but a little while yet,
Spring will be here, the skies will clear,
And fields stand deep in violets.

The heavenly blue of fresh new days
Oh, friend, you must employ them
Before they pass away. Be brave!
Enjoy them; oh, enjoy them!
Theodor Storm,  A Song in October

Agersø, Rude Skov

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I kan læse mere om Agersø og  Rude Skov her hos Naturstyrelsen
God tur derude og husk madpakken.
Det er sidste chance for at opleve naturens farver, nu tager blæsten det smukke gyldne løv.

Living on the edge…

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“If you’re not living on the edge you’re taking up too much space.”
Stephen Hunt

This was his summer cottage. I overheard the conversation between two women passing me when I was going down the hill.
A summer cottage I thought? Knud Rasmussen was preparing for his expeditions as a polar explorer and wrote his travel books, scientific reports, tales and legends in this place.
In the windswept house overlooking the sea, he shared his adventures with us.
It’s a grand tale of a man who always were out on an adventure. In reality or in his thoughts.
Knud Rasmussen died in 1933, 54 years old.
Peter Freuchen, another great polar explorer and friend wrote these words after Knud’s death:

“Knud Rasmussen was a man who endured to be viewed close up without losing in value.”

Did Knud Rasmussen take up to much space?  He only became 54 years old, but he achieved much more than most people do in a lifetime.

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Bag byen ligger Knud Rasmussens hus på en 30 meter høj klint

Behind the town lies Knud Rasmussen’s house on a 30 meter high cliff

The House of Knud Rasmussen
Knud Rasmussen – Wikipedia

The Tree

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The beauty of the trees,
the softness of the air,
the fragrance of the grass,
speaks to me.
The summit of the mountain,
the thunder of the sky,
speaks to me.
The faintness of the stars,
the trail of the sun,
the strength of fire,
and the life that never goes away,
they speak to me.
And my heart soars.
Chief Dan George

Mølleådalen, Lyngby

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Read more about Chief Dan George on Wiki

The Rare Elements of Grace, Beauty, Spirit and Freedom

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You can walk for hours in the oldest forest in Denmark without seeing a soul.
Then suddenly you see a movement among trees and grasses and sometimes those beautiful animals come to greet you or maybe check your bag for carrots 🙂

Gribskov

He knows when you’re happy
He knows when you’re comfortable
He knows when you’re confident
And he always knows when you have carrots.
Unknown author

Gribskov

The essential joy of being with horses is that it brings us in contact
with the rare elements of grace, beauty, spirit and freedom.
Sharon Ralls Lemon

Gribskov

The wind of heaven is that which blows between a horse’s ears
Arabian proverb

Gribskov

A horse loves freedom, and the weariest old work horse will roll on the ground or break into a lumbering gallop when he is turned loose into the open
Gerald Raferty

Gribskov

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.
John Muir

Gribskov

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Gribskov – Need to know

My Walk in the Forest today

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When you enter a grove peopled with ancient trees, higher than the ordinary, and shutting out the sky with their thickly inter-twined branches, do not the stately shadows of the wood, the stillness of the place, and the awful gloom of this doomed cavern then strike you with the presence of a deity?
Seneca

Gribskov

Above Time, Like The Breath Of Sea

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We have timelines on social media. We have timelines for perspective, for an overview, for planning …
A walk along the coastline, is a journey into infinity, another timeline.
A time to breathe, a time to run and a time to laugh,
like the breath of the sea.

The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time.
Henry David Thoreau

Hornbaek Strand

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Wiki about Hornbæk
Naturstyrelsen om Hornbæk Plantage

A Golden Moment

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Tranquillity in the forest glade. That was a golden moment that day.

The Wilderness

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I found it! The quote by John Muir. I read it somewhere and lost it again but the essence remained in my heart:

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
John Muir

The Unnamed Lake by Frederick George Scott creates a huge longing for big nature but as you can see I found my own unnamed lake:

…Dark clouds that intercept the sun
Go there in Spring to weep,
And there, when Autumn days are done,
White mists lie down to sleep.
Sunrise and sunset crown with gold
The peaks of ageless stone,
Where winds have thundered from of old
And storms have set their throne.
No echoes of the world afar
Disturb it night or day,
The sun and shadow, moon and star
Pass and repass for aye…

The Secret Lake

Views Are Important

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Melby KirkeI took the train out into the countryside to the north coast of Zealand.
Watching the fields enlarging and the view becoming wide as if one climb a mountain. Animals on the field, birds, cloud patterns, colours, contours and shadows.
Sometimes interrupted by a hedge against the rails then suddenly to surprise with a new landscape, just as if the train emerged from a tunnel.
Why is the extended view so pleasant for the mind. Green rolling fields and endless bluish sea. It is great relaxation.

The church door was open in the newly restored village church. The frescoes were restored, and the tree of life was newly painted in the chapel.

When I approach the beach my mind cross the memory of the last time I was here.
A gale was doing it’s best to give brave windsurfers their life’s adventure.
Today the temperature is very pleasant and I end my walk at a little village from where I can take another train home.
That’s the great thing about Denmark. You are able to plan a lot of exiting walks in nature by taking advantage of train and bus.

Melby Overdrev

Tisvildeleje Strand

Liseleje Strand

Liseleje Strand

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Melby Kirke
Train from Hillerød – Melby
Kitesurfing….