One of my Favourite Lakes

We walk a few kilometers along winding residential roads with flowering shrubs, trees and cozy houses, and soon we are down by the lake.
This is years and a few lock downs since I last was here, and I’m completely overwhelmed by the thoughts of all the fun and strenuous experiences that have piled up over the years.
It is cold and windy. The weather is very changeable and the rain showers violent. Still, we meet people who are out and about.
Soon it is pouring down with hail and heavy rain, and we hurry to shelter under some large oak trees. Another awesome moment where nature sets the agenda ⛈️😊

Happy Walk to All of You

Leave Only Your Footprints Behind 🥾🍀🥾🍀🥾

A Wooded Path in Autumn

Hans Andersen Brendekilde was a Danish painter, 1857–1942.
Title: Wooded Path in Autumn, Date 1902. Painting: Oil on canvas.

I once saw a grass snake at the size of an over dimensional bicycle tube in one of the small paths.

The snake was enjoying the sun, but withdrew smoothly into the bush. A breathless moment it was.

There are several wooden bridges in the bog. They become slippery like soap during the winter months.

Always an exciting moment to climb a bridge 😊

September Days

“By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather
And autumn’s best of cheer.”
~ Helen Hunt Jackson

Awesome warm light today. A perfect day for a bike ride 🙂

Rediscover this day…

Rediscover this day! Google photos interrupted our chores with pictures revealing a memorable multi-day hike in Rondane, in Norway some years ago.
Nature is beautiful, even in rainy weather 🙂

A Deep Hoarse Call

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.

Folios of April

These are folios of April,
All the library of spring,
Missals gilt and rubricated
With the frost’s illumining.
Ruthless, we destroy these treasures,
Set the torch with hand profane—
Gone, like Alexandrian vellums,
Like the books of burnt Louvain!
Yet these classics are immortal:
O collectors, have no fear,
For the publisher will issue

New editions every year. ~ Burning Leaves, November by Christopher Morley