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!
Danish painter, Christian Zacho, 1843–1913.
Jægersborg Dyrehave in the early summer.
Peter Lieps Hus is steeped in tradition in the Deer Park north of Copenhagen.
I found wonderful paintings on wikimedia from two Danish painters: Paul Gustav Fischer and C.M. Soya – Jensen.
What a joyous time to look forward to, spring and summer ❤
Skovtur ved Peter Lieps hus i Dyrehaven, 1904
Dansk maler; Paul Gustav Fischer, 22. juli 1860 i København – 5. januar 1934 i Gentofte
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Peter Lieps House on a winter day waiting for guests to arrive.
On an autumn day in the Deer Park.
Peter Lieps Hus by Hanna’s Walk, Hanna Greenwood.
Peter Lieps Hus set fra bagsiden
Dansk maler; C.M. Soya_Jensen
Date of birth/death: 27 December 1860 – 21 February 1912
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High upon a forest slope tucked between the trees stands a bench. Sometimes I climb up the slope just to sit in silence on that bench. A seep emerges at the foot of the hill and all kind of birds come here to drink. Even Hugin and Munin ⚡🙂 A temple of nature.
“And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.” ~ William Shakespeare
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.
It is a long time since I last visited this forest.
Luckily it was a beautiful day I had chosen.
You will find the warm light everywhere at this time of year when the sun is low.
Enjoy an outing tomorrow or another day if you have the possibility. Never forget your lunch and leave only a smile and your footprint behind you 💓
I love the yellow leaves on the trees and the water colour effect. That makes the sun shine on an overcast day.
HANNA'S WALK 
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