Jag stötte på denna vackra skogssnigel på Tobys och min lilla skogspromenad. Jag undrar just hur snigeln upplevde utsikten.
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Tag: walking
A golden memory
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 Frosen Brook
Some winters the brooks look as if the snow queen of Narnia had been here, and in one wave with her wand turned them into ice.
Toby and the firs
Just a beautiful moment.
A Sunday walk in the snow.
A clear sky, the setting sun, long shadows.
Just the two of us this afternoon. He is always ahead of me.
A shift between cold weather and thaw. The trees are still frozen which makes the trunks shine in silver.
The “dagsmeja” has returned.
A walk in silence, thoughts and awe. We passed the lonely farm, a place of such beauty and peace.
Beauty… I try to capture her with my camera, but she skillfully evades my attempts. I try to describe her, but I’m lost for words. I cannot keep her; she visits me on her own terms. I’m grateful, I can clearly see, I’m not the master but she.
Days of January
January has been dominated by low temperatures. But as always, the sun is slowly returning; the afternoons have become longer. Still the shadows are long when walking both in the morning and in the afternoon.
This afternoon Toby sat down waiting for me. He does that often, in anticipation of playing in the field.
Thaw
The weather shifts quickly from thaw to full winter. However, I could not resist capturing a beautiful moment when I walked across the ploughed fields of our neighbour a while ago. There is a beauty in the contrast between the dark brown ridges and the last snow still in the furrows.
Flooded
The weather shifts quite fast. The rain has almost washed away all snow now. Not for long though, the snow will return on Sunday. However, at present the grounds are saturated with water, and in the low parts flooded.
As I passed a flooded area, I couldn’t avoid noticing the beauty in the reflection of the bare trees in the water. Even if Spring is far away, that puddle gave me a foretaste of it. I think the bluetits, great tits, marsh tits and all the other wild birds had a similar feeling, as they sang more forefully along the way.
A stormy walk by the sea.
We took a walk by the sea the morning after a storm. The sea was still upset and the wind still powerful.
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.
Wonderer of Nature 