Last year will indeed make its mark in Danish weather history as the one that begun and ended full of snow.
January through March and November through December were bitterly cold and white. Thus this means that we have been under more or less heavy white blanket for the past fifty days.
Although Winter is not my favorite season, I am not complaining when it comes to the white precipitation - in fact in my perception it creates absolute magic in nature. Combined with pristine, sunny days it gives rise to postcard like views, full of platinum sunshine and indigo blue skies.
Such were the conditions on the last Sunday of last year. I took a walk in my immediate surroundings and captured the brilliant splendor of a winter day, when it is at its best.
I was born under the Tatra Mountains, to a Czech father and a Slovak mother. I grew up in Sweden and lived almost ten years in North Carolina.
More than a decade ago my line of work took me to Denmark, where I live today. My home, which I share with the man that holds my heart, lies in the northerly part of a Danish peninsula, in the proximity of endless, wide and pristine westbound sandy beaches, surrounded by the rough and untamed North Sea.
My writing is defined by reflections on my cosmopolitan past and my intriguing present. Ultimately I try to convey in words and images my personal thoughts and feelings about life itself, with all its magic, natural splendour and the beauty of simple pleasures.