A golden memory of my very dear friend. I lost him too soon. Even if the sorrow has passed the loss is always there, painful in its emptiness.
A golden memory
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An early morning run
It had rained a lot the day before. Toby and I went for a run in the morning. The sun was already up, bringing colour and warmth to trees and plants. The dew sparkled in silver on the grass in the field we passed.
Running through the forest we just stopped amazed by the sunlight shining through the trees.
Still in the shadow, we could see the floodlit trees before us. A blessed moment of beauty.
Cold days
Beautiful but cold. I have mingled emotions towards snow and cold weather, and I cannot make up my mind. The sunsets have a rare beauty, even if I cannot be outside to witness them for long.
Winter walk
At last a peaceful walk in that characteristic yellow light of winter.
The golcrests accpmpanied us in the forest, the mallards as we walked along the still lively river, and for some time we followed wolf tracks from one wolf.
To walk, breathe the fresh air, watch the low-key beauty, without demands that is for me a true rest.
A short visit to a national parc
On our way to look at and hopefully to buy one or two milking cows of an old landrace called rödkulla, we visited a national parc called Norra Kvill. There is a 900 years old oak there. Unfortunately we never had time to see it. However, we walked a trail around a beautiful lake quite high up in the stony hills covered with old firs and pines. And not to forget, we ate a delicious lunch out in the open, with a big stone as our table.
Wonderer of Nature 