On the weekend I visited a local National Park. It’s the first time I’ve ventured properly into Swedish forest since Winter, when everything was blanketed in snow and was beautiful in a completely different way. Now, the forest glows with green and has come back to life in a spectacular way, so I thought I’d share just a few of my favourite photos from the day.
The forest is so green now, and the leaves are often a brighter green in Spring than they are in Summer.
There was a small creek running through the forest that we kept crossing at different points. The quiet sound was amplified in the fairly silent forest, which was lovely.
I love this picture (one of two which I loaded up to my Instagram). It’s such a strange display of the power of nature, I think. I wonder how long it has been like this, though?
I liked that the tree seems to have pulled up a huge rock when it was ripped from the ground.
There were a couple of small walls of these rocks running through the forest – I wonder what their purpose was, and how old they are? I suspect maybe to keep certain animals out of certain areas, but I really don’t know.
As we reached the end of the trail, we realised we were quite high up and had a view of the countryside down below (off to the side of this picture). Here were a few tables and benches, and a small barbeque for people to use. Barbeques here in Sweden are quite different to what I’m used to back in Australia, but it’s fun to experience it differently.
That’s it for now! Stay tuned for my Top Ten Tuesday post that goes live tomorrow (I’m ahead of schedule for once…how strange).
Now that I’ve caught up on Camp NaNoWriMo, I’ve been focusing more energy on the poetic front to catch up on NaPoWriMo (somebody tell me why I thought it was a good idea to take on two writing challenges at the same time?).
Strangely enough, the haiku I’ve been writing are among some of the better poems, so I thought I’d share two more I’ve written that I only shared on my Instagram yesterday. I’ll transcribe them below, and explain them more afterwards.
Endless oceans sway
Blue on blue, no cloud up high.
Dark desert below.
Grey day, grey day, why
did you have to take the sun
away? We were warm.
The first poem was my attempt at writing about the deceptiveness of the ocean – the way it can be like nothingness going on forever, like a desert, yet can and does hold all these stories, some of which are beautiful and some of which are dark or tragic.
The second poem was quite simply about that day – we have had surprisingly warm weather here in this part of Sweden, and this day was a grey day and a lot cooler (but still really warm, to be honest), so I thought I’d write something silly and sweet about it.
Anyway, back to writing I go. Only a few days left of the month…