The light, the sky and the sea. We are in the northeast corner of Denmark. At the end of the snow-covered road lies Kronborg. Elsinore, home to the buzz of history. Kronborg Castle and William Shakespeare’s Hamlet.
Norwegian painter, Thomas Fearnley, 1802-1842 Helsingør mod Kronborg, vinter. Date of art: 1833, oil on canvas.
This spring came suddenly from day to day. Even the snowdrifts gave up the fight eventually. They lay boasting of the last snow, telling a story of an unexpectedly harsh winter. But maybe we haven’t seen the end of winter yet.
~ Thaw by Edward Thomas Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed The speculating rooks at their nests cawed And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass, What we below could not see, Winter pass.
When the day draws to a close and twilight fills with shadows, I see a new dimension emerges. A universe where dreams and reality meet.
“Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again.” ~ Winter-Time by Robert Louis Stevenson
“You are always able to connect with the stars, no matter where you are. ” ~ SjĂłn
All magical creatures seem to manifest in a frozen tableau only to perish by the red flames of the sun.
“Promise to stay wild with me. We’ll seek and return and stay and find beauty and the extraordinary in all the spaces we can claim. We´ll know how to live. How to breathe magic into the mundane.” By Victoria Erickson
HANNA'S WALK 
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