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
Following wheels to food
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 for Flint stones
Walking in water on hot day, collecting sharp flint stones
Fire-bellied toad Wanna-be
40 sec. video - Trying to sound like fire-bellied toads, while hiking along a coast trail
Finding wildfood
30 sec. video I can often get a good meal by adding what I find along the trails
Hiking kullaberg
Video 1 minute - Walking with my youngest daughter in Swedish coastal rocks
Sleeping under pine trees
Finding a soft, warm place for the night
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
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
Hiking between coastal rocks
I had reached the ancient rocks, they felt solid, and even older than both the sand and the limestones I'd passed on my way
Walking past traditional art
The tiny houses on the wooden sticks looked faded in the sun, but faded in ways, as wood do, that kind of make it even more beautiful
The huge empty harbor
Walking along the huge harbor, there were so few boats it seemed like a party that never happened
Frits Ahlefeldt: Logbook, watercolors & drawn Stories 