Sunset strolling between the trees in the far northern reaches of Norway. Much as I love being in the mountains or by the ocean, forests retain a peace and serenity that will always have some magical power over me 🌲
Never one to sit still, I'm off yet again this weekend to discover the delights of @kudhva in my beloved Cornwall. Hopefully I'll finally get my Norway piece up on the website as well... Fingers crossed 😊
BERLIN Marathon ❤️ das Foto ist vom letzten Jahr. Dieses Jahr werde ich meinen Herbstmarathon in südlicheren Gefilden laufen. Allen Läufern, die am Sonntag in Berlin starten, wünsche ich ganz viel Erfolg und vor allem SPASS ☺️ Den zahlreichen @hannoverrunners drücke ich natürlich extra die Daumen - ihr werdet das rocken 😍 #tbt#oldpic#berlinmarathon2016#beatberlin42#goodluck
Another pic of the Bridge of Sighs, because it's so beautiful. According to the tales, it is so named after the sighs of prisoners being escorted to their chambers as they saw a glimpse of the outside world through the windows.
Cass Lagoon Saddle | Arthur's Pass | BV20
Rocking the classic gear that stands the test of years of use, hope we can see future and current generations getting stuck out into the wild and enjoying it as much as I have. We live in such a beautiful place in New Zealand. Let's keep it 100% pure @purenewzealand
•Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking.
Why else would the springtime falter?
Why would all our ardent longing
bind itself in frozen, bitter pallor?
After all, the bud was covered all the winter.
What new thing is it that bursts and wears?
Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking,
hurts for that which grows and that which bars. •Yes, it is hard when drops are falling.
Trembling with fear, and heavy hanging,
cleaving to the twig, and swelling, sliding -
weight draws them down, though they go on clinging.
Hard to be uncertain, afraid and divided,
hard to feel the depths attract and call,
yet sit fast and merely tremble -
hard to want to stay and want to fall. •Then, when things are worst and nothing helps
the tree's buds break as in rejoicing,
then, when no fear holds back any longer,
down in glitter go the twig's drops plunging,
forget that they were frightened by the new,
forget their fear before the flight unfurled -
feel for a second their greatest safety,
rest in that trust that creates the world. - Karin Boye