That beautiful season the Summer!
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light;
and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beach
Easter Saturday by the Sea
The Escape to The Beach
This was just one of many hot days this summer.
We had enough of the warmth as many like-minded, so we agree to fled to the beach.
The beach is the only place to stay on such a day if you ask me.
When we arrived in Helsingor I noticed a little ship announcing a short trip around Kronborg.
Soon we sat with a beer and a soft drink enjoying the view to Kronborg.
Sailing is a proper way to spend the time too.
I hope you had a nice summer!
Swimming
I’m so grateful that I learned to swim when I went to the first school classes.
That sport has given me so much joy.
I took these pictures yesterday. The water temperature is 17 degrees.
I am considering becoming a winter swimmer, so I might as well start now!
Twinkling Stars on the Horizon
Twinkling stars on the horizon,
the eternal song from an embracing blue sea.
The smell of sand and sea
salt on my skin and lips.
Tales from the birds of the sea,
disturbed by clattering cups
and the fragrance of coffee.
That’s my childhood memories
and the day of tomorrow.
Hanna
A fleck of foam on the shining sand,
Left by the ebbing sea,
But richer than man may understand
In magic and mystery–
Transient bubbles rainbow-bright,
Myriad-hued and strange,
Tremble and throb in the noonday light,
Flower and flush and change.
A million tides have come and gone,
Great gales of autumn and spring,
A million summoning moons have shone
To bring to birth this thing–
A foam-fleck left on the ribbed wet sand
By the wave of an outgoing sea,
With all the colour of Faeryland,
Wonder and mystery.
Teresa Hooley
Bellevue
“Why is it that scuba divers and surfers are some of the strongest advocates of ocean conservation? Because they’ve spent time in and around the ocean, and they’ve personally seen the beauty, the fragility, and even the degradation of our planet’s blue heart.”
Sylvia Earle
En leg på havstokken
Piet Hein – om at leve i nuet.
At leve i nuet er livets teknik –
og alle folk gør deres bedste,
men halvdelen vælger det nu, som gik,
og halvdelen vælger det næste.
Og det forrige nu og det kommende nu
blir aldrig i livet presente
og alle folks levetid går sågu
med bare at mindes og vente.
For det nu, som er gået, er altid forbi,
og det næste blir aldrig det rette.
Næ, sørg for, at nuet, du lever i,
engang for altid er dette.
En vandretur på stranden er en vandring i nuet. Den skiftende leg mellem sandet og det våde element kræver opmærksomhed. En konstant vurdering af hvor stor den næste bølge bliver. En leg om at jage eller blive jaget.
Solvarme, salt på læberne og tilstedeværelse i nuet. Det er det, livet handler om.
Billederne er fra Tisvildeleje Strand.
HANNA'S WALK 
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