Finally, there are changes on the way in the gloomy dark grey weather.
My photos are from Kullaberg peninsula in Sweden north of Helsingborg.
The snow comes after the storm and lights up the landscape. That is a promise from meteorologists.
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Nature Reserve
Welcome to Winter Solstice. It’s a time for celebration. A time for celebrate the return of light and it certainly is dark and gloomy in Denmark today. I found pictures in my archive to light up the day.
On a dark and misty day I succeed in finding a colourful path and fierce colourful music in Freiraum by Stefan Haase
Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.
Hermann Hesse, Wandering
In my Danish post about a walk in Paradise you can see where I got this motive ❤
High skies and a light breeze.
An oak holds its breath, while a tree creeper sweep the deep furrows.
Church bells in the distance blends, with a bullfinch’s cautious call.
I take a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air mixed with the delicate fragrance of sorrel.
A slight breeze awakens the oak, the tree creeper disappears around a corner,
I disappear down the path, rested and happy.
Hanna Greenwood
Happy walk to all of you.
There is a warning of snow in the air today. It’s cold by the lake and clouds are looming at a blue sky.
The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn.
Patricia Hampl
The trees branches, bent to the ground by the airy beautiful substance of transformation.
Drowned paths impassable in spring when the stuff melts.
What was white and clean, is now brown, black and sticky.
Soon substance of transformation tumbles in beautifully decorated pipes.
Excellent arteries are living and sparkling in light summer rain.
Then slowly the tumbling stops and paths are covered with gold.
Days grow shorter and colder.
Trees stately sleep when airy transformation fluff feathery paint the tree branches white.
Bend them to the ground when transformation fluff are numerous enough…
Hanna Greenwood
Going to the woods is going home.
John Muir
Clouds gather, treetops toss and sway;
But pour us wine, an old one!
That we may turn this dreary day
To golden, yes, to golden!
Autumn has come, but never fear,
Wait but a little while yet,
Spring will be here, the skies will clear,
And fields stand deep in violets.
The heavenly blue of fresh new days
Oh, friend, you must employ them
Before they pass away. Be brave!
Enjoy them; oh, enjoy them!
Theodor Storm, A Song in October
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I kan læse mere om Agersø og Rude Skov her hos Naturstyrelsen
God tur derude og husk madpakken.
Det er sidste chance for at opleve naturens farver, nu tager blæsten det smukke gyldne løv.
“If you’re not living on the edge you’re taking up too much space.”
Stephen Hunt
This was his summer cottage. I overheard the conversation between two women passing me when I was going down the hill.
A summer cottage I thought? Knud Rasmussen was preparing for his expeditions as a polar explorer and wrote his travel books, scientific reports, tales and legends in this place.
In the windswept house overlooking the sea, he shared his adventures with us.
It’s a grand tale of a man who always were out on an adventure. In reality or in his thoughts.
Knud Rasmussen died in 1933, 54 years old.
Peter Freuchen, another great polar explorer and friend wrote these words after Knud’s death:
“Knud Rasmussen was a man who endured to be viewed close up without losing in value.”
Did Knud Rasmussen take up to much space? He only became 54 years old, but he achieved much more than most people do in a lifetime.
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Behind the town lies Knud Rasmussen’s house on a 30 meter high cliff
The beauty of the trees,
the softness of the air,
the fragrance of the grass,
speaks to me.
The summit of the mountain,
the thunder of the sky,
speaks to me.
The faintness of the stars,
the trail of the sun,
the strength of fire,
and the life that never goes away,
they speak to me.
And my heart soars.
Chief Dan George
HANNA'S WALK 
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