Exotic Words and Places

I love the writing by the Danish author, Henrik Nordbrandt. His words create amazing scenarios in the cinema of my soul.
Exotic words and places, become like little boats broken loose from their moorings, to drift off in high sea. Soon up, soon down. Soon up, overlooking magnificent palaces, and exuberant crowds, soon down, where only half-truths are revealed and the rest is filled with the invigorating power of imagination.

… Around your figure stands an aura, like a blooming hawthorn had set itself on fire to surpass your shadow in beauty.
Added strings to your being would deepen the silence
or make the strings burst into song …

This poetry is taken from a wonderful poem, Alcyone and translated by myself. Forgive me for that!

Henrik Nordbrandt

The Immediate and the Snow

Look Mommy, it’s been snowing!
I sat across from a mother with her little son as the train drove through a beech forest filled with anemones.
The flowers stood so close that they looked like snowdrifts in some places.
That goes years back, but the memory emerges when the anemones blossom so wonderfully.

Stay strong all of you ❤

Faul Play in the Forest

Sometimes, a story sticks with me for a long time. It was such a one my friend; JJ told me about. One day he had a walk in the big old forest, Gribskov. That particular day was a day where he walked for hours without meeting anyone.

It was on his way home just before the fir trees darken the paths, that he saw two men digging between the trees up upon a hill.
One of them caught glimpse of JJ and threw the spade exclaiming: I gotta have a talk with that man down there!

My friend didn’t wait for him. He disappeared further into the forest, where the shady dark green colour becomes black and the intense scent of fir trees merge together in the silence.

Even years after hearing the story I fantasise about what they dug up – or down upon that hill.
The story popped up again when I saw the image of Hans Andersen Brændekilde, Jægeren.
I get the impression of foul play.

Jægeren by Hans Andersen Brændekilde
A Danish painter; H.A. Brændekilde
Born 7. April 1857, Brændekilde, Death 30. marts 1942, Jyllinge.