January, after full moon went to bed, got up and headed out in the early morning to write
Watercolors of Eurasian coot
Drawing small coot with big feet
Note on cities for walking
Wondering about how to make towns and places better for walking... again
Sleeping under pine trees
Finding a soft, warm place for the night
Three days Winter hike with my brother (70 km ) in watercolors.
Is longer better?
The length of a coastline all depends on the ruler used
Walking around Denmark
Slowly hiking my way 2000+ km. along the Danish coast
Watercolor sketches Kingfisher
Painted four new watercolours of Eurasian kingfisher bird
An eagle here?
Walking along lakes, seeing more than anybody there had hoped for
Walking and sliding
Night on winter trails 20sec. video
Walking just after sunset
Seldom so cold and clear here in December
I like trains
The huge double deck train slowly approach the station...
Winter time with my daughters
Walking, fireplace, and days up North
Sketching on ways to face climate change
Log: wonder today if we can use walking to change the way we understand climate, from global warming , to wildfires and sea level rise
Talking about designs
Everywhere trees turns green as people fill the streets, some buying, some selling...
Back from school
I made it to the train station and down on the platform, as my daughter came out of her train, with her worn cargo bag in hand
"Can I get your bottle, please" he said, my childhood friend, standing beside me, as I hold the bag, that contained all the bottles we collected since our last walk to the shop
Not many tourists find their way up here, so we had the place to ourselves. Me watching the baltic sea and painting while my daughter walked around looking for stones and crystals among the granite rocks
Eyes passing by
Sometimes it seems to me, when looking in the eyes of people passing by, they are starring into fires that has long stopped burning
Who came up with building things like this for a factory making beer?
Sitting in history
I pick the motive in the middle, like it, it reminds me of opening the drawer, where my granddad kept all the things he didn't know where to put.
I washed my hands and walked back out in the sunlight, back to the table in front of the smokehouse, where she sat... looking at me with my diary open in her hands... "That is some stories there, Frits" She said
You’ve aged the castle said
Walking up there one early spring afternoon, the crows circling and wind chilling the whole idea of trying to get into the Royal school of Architecture by painting watercolors here
The old chapel
Back many centuries ago the herrings were plenty here, and people would come from afar to fish, buy and sell, celebrate and all the things nobody talked about, but in the small chapel, that was build out here - and is still here.
Waiting for my daughter
Some days I wait, as if phones didn't exist, and I couldn't check Facebook and Twitter, just wait, sit and watch the places, take out my watercolors and pass the time