An autumn walk in my own forest today. Milo is overjoyed as colder weather has arrived with near frost temperatures. I will have to be grateful for those colourful days and look back now and then on my images through the daily grey.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face. ― John Donne
There is a stillness in the air, and I hear only the water and some finches. A Robin’s ticking warning in the background.
I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older. ― Virginia Woolf
The path I always walk suddenly looks like spring in the morning sun. Wishful thinking… there are 6 more months to wait for its arrival.
I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house. ― Nathaniel Hawthorne,
When I get closer to the meadows, I see the sun shining out there, spreading its generous rays into the darker forest.
And allthe lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves… -Virginia Woolf
Nowadays it has become more difficult for me to look up towards the canopy as I have a slipped disc in my neck. So, generally I wait until the path is favouring a look at the sky. And then it is amazing…
Autumn is the hush before winter. – French proverb
The last kilometer of the track passes a much-fotographed shed where the hunters used to have their gear and their breakfast. Last year the left window cover was broken, so a somewhat one-eyed old friend is now sleepily looking at me.
Autumn knows a mother’s heart. It gives and then lets go. – Anonymous
A homely stump, filled with little ones – just out of a fairy tale. John Bauer?
The final hundred meters of the track now, and you can see Milo and my husband as tiny dots near the end of the path.
Thank you again for walking with me. This might be the last really beautiful walk this year – unless we get early snow or hoarfrost.
I had two wonderful hikes last week – one of them was my usual morning walk turned into a dreamy, yet colourful walk in the fog – and the other one an afternoon walk in a sunny haze. The first one posted on Lens-Artists, the other one here today.
I have always wanted to follow paths and roads to see where they lead to…don’t you too? This day I did. The forest road looked very inviting – and I decided today was the day to find out where it led to.I knew I had a couple of hours to myself before sunset, but already at 3 pm it would have been too dark to find my way in the forest.
No Milo on this walk – otherwise he would have loved the many interesting stops I made. But the road did not lead to where I had expected…
It finally led down to the lake, where we use to swim in the summer. Now I wished the sun would stay until I got there – it would have been a nice finish to the day.
And I was lucky – a beautiful day came to a beautiful end. Thank you for walking with me again!
I have been to the cinema…first time since covid started. I knew there had been made a documentary of Björn Andrésen – once a young boy who was called the most beautiful boy in the world. I was his age, back then in the 70’s, and how I loved him. Like a teenager can…His face, the serenity, sensitivity and the vulnerability in his eyes. But little did I know what really happened to him, how he was used and abused.
The Most Beautiful Boy in the World is a 2021 documentary film about Björn Andrésen and the effects of fame thrust upon him when he appeared in Luchino Visconti’s 1971 film, Death in Venice. The movie was built on a novel by Thomas Mann. Andrésen was just 16 when the film was released, and he was an innocent and very shy boy, totally unprepared for instantly becoming an international celebrity. So, a timely documentary theme, because these things happen – over and over again.
The title of the film came from a remark that Visconti made about Andrésen at the premiere of Death in Venice in London, and that shadow still weighs upon Björn Andrésen’s life.
Björn Andrésen wanted to be a concert pianist – not a movie star at all. Throughout the movie we hear him playing the piano, his own compositions and pieces by famous composers such as Chopin and Rachmaninov.
He had no father, and his mother committed suicide before Björn reached his teens. So, he grew up with his grandparents, and as his grandmother wanted to have a movie star grandson, she had him listed for numerous auditions…Björn was a fragile and sweet boy, so of course he did what he was told. Then came the famous Visconti, to Stockholm – and found him. The casting process was filmed, and I cried when I saw how awkward the young boy was when told to take off his clothes and pose for the film director.
Nobody seemed to notice. Nobody helped him or looked after him – and he was just a child. He had no one to turn to. How does an innocent young boy handle screaming crowds and hysterical Japanese girls – without a parent or mentor? Nobody seemed to care. He was just pushed around, trapped in a written three – year contract on his face. In the documentary he silently says, that he just wanted to be somebody else and somewhere else.
It is a deeply moving film, a tragedy, a life not taken good care of, not given a chance. Björn is still today, at 66, in my eyes, strikingly and otherworldly beautiful, but as he says himself – what has that ever done to help him with his inner demons? Years of depression and drugs, a crashed marriage and a son dead. He has a daughter though, but he feels he failed her as well. ”Nothing matters”, he says… because he has lost so much that there is nothing left to lose. A broken man, but, he has got his faith – and he wouldn’t have been here today without it.
"Fun facts" - In the documentary we go with Björn to Italy and Japan to meet, among others, the famous manga artist Riyoko Ikeda. She is most famous for her series The Rose of Versailles. And she reveals that her drawing of the hero (Oscar Francois de Jarjayes) is totally built on Björn Andrésen. His visit to Japan after Death in Venice started an idol worship bigger than ever, and in fact he is supposed to be the model for most of the blonde manga heroes.
Fair use.By This is a screenshot taken from an optical disc, television broadcast, web page, computer software or streaming media broadcast. Copyright Riyoko Ikeda.
I recommend you to see this movie. Not because he was a great teenage ”love” of mine and many youngsters in those days, but because it is a serenely and honestly made documentary that maintains its grip on the audience throughout the 11/2 hours. It openly shows parts of Björn’s turbulent life, but just as much as he is willing to reveal, and he is never trampled on. I feel this documentary was made with love and dignity. Thank you to the directors, Kristina Lindström and Kristian Petri who made this a film to remember, and thank you Björn, for saying yes to make it come true. It is an important document of our times. May we learn something about child abuse, use and misuse, how it can destroy their whole life. Instead we must support and help our young realize their own dreams – not somebody else’s.
The old sallow (salix) standing in our summer garden is slowly ageing – and decaying. They seldom reach 100 years, but this one is even older. These trees are very important for the biodiversity, as almost 200 species of butterflies are dependent on it for feeding their larvae. And, so are many other insects too, like bees and bumblebees – in spring they can find food there during the first harsh months of the new year. Salix trees are also home for birds, mushrooms, lichen and mosses.
When we arrived in Spring 2019, our old man was still in one piece, standing in a pink field of sea thrift – but in autumn the same year, the middle part of him had fallen down.
This year we had to take down another of the oldest and longest arms from the trunk as it would not have made it through the winter.
But, as you can see, he is still standing there…overlooking the sea. And there is a new little one shooting up from the trunk of his old master. We hope he too will be a survivor when the old man is gone.
Every day I am hoping for the colours to arrive… but it is raining, pouring, every day. This morning though, there was a pleasant fog and the occational glimpses of sun. Which made for a lovely walk with Milo!
– Still not many colours so far along the path.
But, I found a single tree that had noticed my wish!
Otherwise, nothing. All this rain and no frost – will keep everything green for a while.
Muted colours and the sun was gone again – but no wind, so the harmonious tone lasted. I will let you know when I find them all…the sun and the colours.
Children and building tree houses? And climbing and running?
Well, I guess we have all ”been there”. At least my own children have, and they would have loved this outdoors exhibition made for playing. Big or small. Old and young. We had a great day!
I learned there was an English Garden in Kivik, about 100 kilometers from here…and I just had to go.
Late in the season, but to savour the last beauties…DottedAren’t they just glorious?Very tempted to sit down here, but we were eager to see the 3000m2 – a small but lovely garden.
One of my favourites, the Rudbeckia in all its autumn glory.
A two hours’ walk to reach the top end of Denmark, where the two seas meet – The North Sea and The Baltic.
The Skagen lighthouse – looking back when we started walking. We hoped to reach Grenen before sundown.We could see the land’s end from our starting point, but as usual, the eyes do not tell the truth about the distance…
Tough winds and soft sand made the walk feel even longer. But the play of light and shadow over land and sea had me intensely occupied.
Sand finds its way in if you don’t wear the right clothes.
Finally there – some people running to get to the last tiny spot of land… and some even braved the waves for a photo.
A tough walk for small children – happy to have a strong dad at hand! And, we all made it just before sunset.
Leya 
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