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A Poem is a walk

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These grazing meadows are in the middle of a large wooded area.
It is an inexhaustible source of different walks.
The landscape has repeatedly been exposed to different influences of ice age, leaving a highly hilly landscape according to Danish standards. Hurray for diversity ❤

With the first step, the number of shapes the walk might take is infinite, but then the walk begins to define itself as it goes along, though freedom remains total with each step: any tempting side road can be turned into an impulse, or any wild patch of woods can be explored. The pattern of the walk is to come true, is to be recognized, discovered.
A.R. Ammons

Naturvandring.blog

Keep it wild and get lost

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I thought I knew the forest and I wasn’t impressed.
A country road divides the forest into two parts, destroying my illusion of a true nature experience. Only because I got lost, I discovered new areas, and that gave me a completely different experience of what to expect.
I found paths that winds among birch trees and tall pines, over hills and down through ravines and around lakes with a rare bird life. Approximately 25 swans lived in the lake on this day in mid-May. A wonderful sight!
One can walk in a relatively small area, and still find new paths while having a marvellous time exploring.
Go out there and get lost 🙂 Happy walking!!

The Wind and the Lake

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Windy weather is lovely. It freshens up the air, it’s excellent when you surf, a kite loves the wind and it’s brilliant when to dry your clothes.
I wanted to see the big lake, Furesøen in the fresh weather, and I was not disappointed, but my hairdresser might have been 🙂

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.
Christina Rossetti




Farewell May

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May
Hark! The sea-faring wild-fowl loud proclaim
My coming, and the swarming of the bees.
These are my heralds, and behold! my name
Is written in blossoms on the hawthorn-trees.
I tell the mariner when to sail the seas;
I waft o’er all the land from far away
The breath and bloom of the Hesperides,
My birthplace. I am Maia. I am May.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The view of Hjelm’s Bay

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I visited the countryside yesterday. Ninety kilometers south of Copenhagen.
Tranquillity only disturbed by the wind in the trees, the murmur of small waves and good friends laughing.
The two small dots you can see in the water are anglers 🙂


Hjelm’s Bay, Moen.

A Well Chosen Path

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You can always put one foot in front of another. Well most people are that lucky. But which path do you choose? The winding path, the large wide gravel road or a cycle path along the road.
Yesterday I chose a lovely path in the Arboretum in Hørsholm. A winding path along lakes and among rhododendrons. I wanted to experience the beautiful rhododendrons in the Arboretum, and I was grateful to have the chance.

The Arboretum in Hørsholm

On My Way To The Grocery

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Sometimes it’s a pleasure to walk instead of driving 🙂

My Walk in The Shire

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Sing all ye joyful, now sing all together!
The wind’s in the tree-top, the wind’s in the heather;
The stars are in blossom, the moon is in flower,
And bright are the windows of night in her tower.Dance all ye joyful, now dance all together!
Soft is the grass, and let foot be like feather!
The river is silver, the shadows are fleeting;
Merry is May-time, and merry our meeting.Sigh no more pine, till the wind of the morn!
Fall Moon! Dark be the land!
Hush! Hush! Oak, ash and thorn!
Hushed by all water, till dawn is at hand!
All Ye Joyful by J. R. R. Tolkien

Vandretur i Ejby Ådal

The Small Uncaring Ways

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Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute,
day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways.
Stephen Vincent Benet

No wasted minutes on this icy cold spring day.
The lapwing cries and makes spectacular patterns in the air.
The horses play tag and roll in the dust.
It’s an outstanding day 🙂

The Stone Age Hunters On A Sunny Walk

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This was a beautiful sunny day. I went for the open sky, the sheep on the field and the wind in my hair.
When my walk was coming to an end I suddenly realised that I stood opposite to Rudersdal Museer with the permanent exhibition on the 7000 year old graves from the hunters who lived in Vedbæk in the Stone Age.
I could see three of the most unusual Stone Age graves exhibited and I could see the environment in which the hunters lived and what tools they used.
Some of my photos are from Vedbæk, the area in which the graves were found.

Vedbaekfundene