torsdag 14 juni 2012

What is so rare about june?

Picture taken at the Sofiero Castle in Helsingborg

What is So Rare As a Day in June
AND what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays;
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
Every clod feels a stir of might,
An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
And, groping blindly above it for light,
Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;
The flush of life may well be seen
Thrilling back over hills and valleys;
The cowslip startles in meadows green,
The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,
And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean
To be some happy creature's palace;
The little bird sits at his door in the sun,
Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,
And lets his illumined being o'errun
With the deluge of summer it receives;
His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,
And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;
He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,
In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?

Now is the high-tide of the year,
And whatever of life hath ebbed away
Comes flooding back with a ripply cheer,
Into every bare inlet and creek and bay;
Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it,
We are happy now because God wills it;
No matter how barren the past may have been,
'Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green;
We sit in the warm shade and feel right well
How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell;
We may shut our eyes but we cannot help knowing
That skies are clear and grass is growing;
The breeze comes whispering in our ear,
That dandelions are blossoming near,
That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing,
That the river is bluer than the sky,
That the robin is plastering his house hard by;
And if the breeze kept the good news back,
For our couriers we should not lack;
We could guess it all by yon heifer's lowing,
And hark! How clear bold chanticleer,
Warmed with the new wine of the year,
Tells all in his lusty crowing!

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how;
Everything is happy now,
Everything is upward striving;
'Tis as easy now for the heart to be true
As for grass to be green or skies to be blue,
'Tis for the natural way of living:
Who knows whither the clouds have fled?
In the unscarred heaven they leave not wake,
And the eyes forget the tears they have shed,
The heart forgets its sorrow and ache;
The soul partakes the season's youth,
And the sulphurous rifts of passion and woe
Lie deep 'neath a silence pure and smooth,
Like burnt-out craters healed with snow.

James Russell Lowell

tisdag 12 juni 2012


In Elsinore, the city of Hamlet, with the castle Kronborg, You can now visit a new sculpture, named He.
It is a male counterpart to the national icon "The little mermaid" in Copenhagen.
The danish-norwegian artduo Elmgreen  and Dragset has made this sculpture in stainless, polished steel.
"He" is placed close to the CultureDocks in the harbour area. "He" sits like te little mermaid on a stone, locking put over the sea. The size is almost the same. It also tells us about togetherness and isolation. All alone on a winters day and admired by many a warm summersday. Once, every hour the statue flashes with his eyes.
The artists were much appreciated at the Venedig Biennal 2009 with "The Collectors" and with "Poweless structures. Fig 101" on Trafalgar Square in London.

måndag 11 juni 2012

Guided Tours in Scania

If You are interested in a guided tour in Scania, with an authorized guide, You can contact me on the following adresses:

This picture is taken from the beatiful Sofiero garden in Helsingborg.
In the background You see Kronborg Castle in Elsinore, Denmark  search for Helsingborg