The weather is cold as we enter a dark and almost eerie forest. Hesitantly, the snow begins to fall. Floating, fluttering snowflakes fall on trees, and moss. As if the snow doesn’t know the meaning of it.
Hours later, when I look over my shoulder on our way out of the forest I know the purpose. The forest has turned into a bright living adventure.
A homage to nature.
Danish painter Anders Andersen-Lundby, En vinterskov 1882
Danish painter Anders Andersen-Lundby, Winter Evening 1886.
Hanna Greenwood, An Enchanted Winter Day 2021
“There is nothing in the world so quiet as snow,
when it softly falls through the air,
muffles your steps,
lulls, lulls gently
the voices which speak too loudly.”1
Danish painter Peder Mørk Mønsted, Wood in Snow
Note
1 The danish author Helge Rode wrote the poem in 1886, There is nothing in the world as quiet as snow
The snow fell, buses and trucks slipped off the road. Cars were stuck. Trees broke and blocked the railroad tracks
Two women had the closing guard in a shop close to the large furniture house, Ikea. They were allowed to stay overnight together with 30 customers and employees who also were forced to stay overnight due to the severe snowstorm.
Department store manager Peter Elmose said the staff prepared for a cozy evening in the staff dining room with food and delicacies, beer and the opportunity to watch football.
The overnighters slept in the department store’s exhibited beds and sofas and were offered coffee and rolls in the morning.
It happened on Wednesday in northern Jutland
It’s film material 🙂
I’m looking out my window and everything is gray.
The lake disappear in the mist, but the autumn’s bubbling foliage makes me smile ❤
“If a year was tucked inside of a clock, then autumn would be the magic hour.”
~ Victoria Erickson
“Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable…the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street…by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.”
~ Hal Borland
“Anyone who thinks fallen leaves are dead has never watched them dancing on a windy day.”
~ Shira Tamir
“Wild is the music of the autumnal winds amongst the faded woods.”
~ William Wordsworth
I’m at Mariebjerg Cemetery. I’m here to find inspiration for an eerie post.
The inspiration comes faster than expected. I have just found the mausoleums where the coffins show themselves as dark diffuse subjects.
The remnants of daylight flicker in the darkness of the burial chamber as trees wave in the wind. It creates the illusion that the coffins are moving.
I know my time is short. I’m talking photography 🙂 The clouds look threatening and I expect heavy rain every moment.
Due to the weather, the cemetery seems darker than usual.
Suddenly, the clouds are torn by lightning followed by a thunderous blast that seems to shake everything around me.
At that moment, the sky opens and the rain pours down.
I feel very vulnerable. I am surrounded by tall trees. A bad place in thunderstorms. A grave digger has left a door open to a smaller dark building, near to the mausoleums.
I feel a creeping horror as I consider going in there, but a fierce lightning followed by a huge rumble determines the outcome.
I run past the graves, and into the dark building.
My heart almost stops, for at that moment an ear-splitting scream sounds, as a cat leaps up from its hiding place.
The room is creepy. Small coffins are stacked up in a corner against the wall. There is a pervasive odor of moisture and rot.
Calm down! I’m trying to reassure myself. After all, it’s just a building for the use of tools and similar objects.
A new lightning bursts the sky and in the short-lived light I detect a movement from the upper coffin.
The lid begins to slide aside.
The furious weather becomes like a dear old friend.
I disregard all safety regulations regarding thunderstorms, and flee through the cemetery, and out into normality.
Lightning and thunder take turns, but I don’t care.
My thin rain jacket has surrendered, and the icy rain has reached my body, but that means nothing in comparison to the cemetery.
It’s autumn, but it’s like spring is on its way once more. Happy new week to all of you 😊 ⛅
HANNA'S WALK 
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