Sea

The end of June

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The path meanders between rose hips and broom bushes. The sun is low, and the flowers glow in the evening sun. We hear a faint engine sound from the sea and see the silhouette of three men in a boat. Majestic clouds that look like mountains tower up behind them. It’s June’s unforgettable farewell, and a welcome to July. Enjoy summer and enjoy life ❤️

The Western Wind

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The weather often changes in Denmark.
The western wind brings a raft of low pressure across the country

An idyllic quiet day by the sea

A creation of some outstanding clouds in the sky.

Kite surfing in icy weather

Storm coming up

Enjoying the day despite the lack of sun

A joyous speed on a beautiful stormy day

A Christmas Walk by the Sea

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This is a magnificent beach in Sejerø Bugt in Kattegat. It’s called Gudmindrup. But don’t tell anyone. Keep it as a secret 🙂

The sea was our main entertainment. When company came, we set them before it on rugs, with thermoses and sandwiches and colored umbrellas, as if the water – blue, green, gray, navy or silver as it might be – were enough to watch. ~ Sylvia Plath

Sea Fever

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I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

– Sea Fever by John Masefield