Bornholm Coast path zig zag hike
Back on trail for now
The bunk bed room
Night ferry to Bornholm trail
Walking into 2023
Up early after watching the fireworks through rain and mist
Following wheels to food
There were so many trucks around me, as I walked through the small town, at the border between Denmark and Germany that I felt strangely out of place, for not having wheels, but legs
A train to a bench
I only remember fragments, the screaming person on the toilet, the singing worker in the silent area, the sleeping train man, and the bench, where I rolled out my mat
Bus drivers reaching through the rain
I left around midnight as a sudden wind wiped rain through the street, I ran with my backpack while the bus approached through the sound of cars on the wet asphalt
Looking up
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
Talking about designs
Everywhere trees turns green as people fill the streets, some buying, some selling...
Bellevue beach
"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
Finding stones
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
Carlsberg Pavilion
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.
The diary
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
Places of memories
"We swim here, we locals swim here", she said as we walked down to the small place between the rocks... Many years later I paint here
Not another smokery
Hiking and looking for motives I stumble across another smokery, and wish I hadn't
Leaving the old houses be
It used to be a place for gunpowder, I was told. It is still there, even though the old guns are long gone. Now it serves more peaceful purposes, but build so well, and in a way that it can adapt to changing realities
Houses smoking fish
Walking out of the small town and heading on along the trail I looked back, smokeries reminded me how much a house can tell you about the life of people there
Refuel
Hot in the small fishing village, I put my backpack down, They were selling ice cream here
The legend of holy woman turned to stone
They were in danger, too much danger to be handled, but she found a way out, the story goes, she turned both herself and her sixteen children into stone
Hiking towards the lighthouse
The lights still turns, but nobody is guided by them anymore
Frits Ahlefeldt: sketchbook and stories 