Dare2Try

Going out early morning for some more blooming heather, I came across these spider webbed heather. The webbing just stood out so much and combined with the early morning fog it gave a kind of spooky feeling. Ieven wrote a little poem with it...At the break of dawn,the woodpeckers sounded their alarm.None could believe, nor could stop. them marching in.

The heather is blooming again. Surely, it is becoming one of my favourite moments of the year. I love the contrast with the sand, put there in the middle of the country by the moving ice-age glacier.

Nature in motion. Dead, alive, green, flowing. Water, mud, rock, tree.

Walking down the jetty it feels like floating on a rice paddy. Very cool.

In a country where literally everything will grow, a child needs to beg for her father who is hiding somewhere behind her