The Force of Nature

The Silence of Nature on a Spring Evening.

The path winds between lakes. Sky hastingly changing colour. A swan moves through the water looking for bread?
I realize I’m not breathing. I want to remember the sounds of nature.
The mournful whistle of the Bullfinch. Ducks chatter quietly. Tit birds are chirping high up in the trees.
The sounds of nature on a spring evening.

Walk softly when you walk among herons

Walk softly when you walk among herons it has a dangerous beak 😎🙂

A Glorious Path in all Seasons

When the sun is out…

To be warmed by sunshine these days, you have to be faster than lightning. We have been lucky a few times. I even discovered a little park with a stunning view, flowers and shark fishing 🙂

The Crisp Clear Air

The crisp clear air, that’s what I love so much about autumn. We had a lovely view from the northern part of Furesøen.

Furesøen

The inner – what is it?
if not intensified sky,
hurled through with birds
and deep with
the winds of homecoming.

Rainer Marie Rilke

Furesøen is Denmark’s deepest lake and a wonderful natural area.
Opposite Næsseslottet, grebes have found their favourite nesting area.
The birds are busy courting each other by shaking their head and bowing in an advanced mirror dance.

A walk in the shade

Winter came late this year and with a few days of Spring, Summer came with a sustained heat never experienced before.
Walking in the shade along a lake is wonderful.
We went for a great walk along Furesøen in late May with a cooling breeze from the lake.

A few days later we did a walk along the lake one morning.
Greetings of good morning came from everywhere.
A very pleasant walk among happy people.
Sunshine does remarkable things for people’s mood 🙂

A Joyful Walk Today

Shady forests, silence, steep slopes and breathtaking views over the deep lake, Furesøen.

The Wind and the Lake

Windy weather is lovely. It freshens up the air, it’s excellent when you surf, a kite loves the wind and it’s brilliant when to dry your clothes.
I wanted to see the big lake, Furesøen in the fresh weather, and I was not disappointed, but my hairdresser might have been 🙂

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.
Christina Rossetti