Posts Tagged ‘Beautiful landscape’

Road 14 near Hehuanshan, 12:47 pm

In Place description, Writing on 2017/04/03 at 15:26

The road follows a mountain ridge, not far from the top, dipping and curving with the contours of the mountains. We are just past the peak, descending into the valley. Though the slope is gentle, it’s enough to keep us rolling, and despite the thin air, I no longer need to fight to keep the bike moving. As the road straightens out a bit, I dare cast a glance to the left and the whole landscape opens up. Beyond the barrier at the  edge of the road, the mountain side slopes steeply downwards to the valley below, then rises skywards again on the other side, forming another ridge on the opposite side. Behind that, range upon range of imposing mountains, a multitude of peaks that look like they are floating in the mist, each layer becoming more and more duffuse until they disappear beyond the horizon. It is spectacularly beautiful but only last a moment, then I have to direct my gaze at the road again.


Central cross-island highway, 3:42 pm

In Place description, Writing on 2017/04/03 at 14:50

It’s as if the road has been glued to the mountain side, a narrow strip of asphalt winding its way upwards along the steep slopes. To the right, a low barrier that keeps motorists from careening over the edge and beyond that, the ground falls away sharply. The road follows the curve of the river  below, the clear blue water cutting a perfect U through the pine clad landscape, and the banks strewed with grey boulders. It’s a picture perfect landscape, almost like driving through a Bob Ross painting.

Over the Alps, 11:50 am

In Place description, Writing on 2016/06/14 at 21:03

I put my book down and look out the window. Normally all  I could see would be the blue sky delineated by the wing of the plane, but now, below us, I see the Alps. A vast range of mountains stretching off in all directions, stark grey tops covered in pristine snow that make me wish I could be there right now, riding my snowboard. Moments later a valley appears, starting somewhere under me and stretching out in a quarter circle towards the tip of the wing. The sides of the valley are a deep forest green, with lighter shades lower down, and a thin strip of grey marking the valley floor, and even a turquoise lake in the distance. As I’ve been writing this, jotting words down in a crooked style on the back page of my book, we’ve been moving further south. The snow has given way to warmer climes with the mountain shifting in  various shades of green and blue lakes, their shores lined with brick red rooftops, spreading out  between the tops. The landscape gradually flattens out into a patchwork of fields and the outskirts of a big city as we come in for landing.

Baroda highway 6:15 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, Writing on 2016/03/05 at 09:52

Me and my colleagues are in the chartered car heading back towards our hotel; speeding through the Indian landscape, low bushes and dusty yellow grass on both sides, the setting sun hanging like a glowing orange ball in front of us. I’m in the passenger seat, relaxed, leaning my arm on the door handle, a black market beer in my hand watching the landscape flow passed – bloody brilliant!

Gong pitan waterfall, 3:29 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, Poetic prose, Writing on 2015/09/06 at 07:39

I’m lying on a flat rock at the bottom of a big waterfall, gazing at the sky, the canopy of the jungle on two sides, and some fluffy clouds floating leisurely by. I dip my feet in the river, letting the cool water flow over them, and in the background I can hear the swooshing of the fall and the mellow gurgling of the creek among the boulders. Complete peacefulness.

Sky over Japan 3:02 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, Uncategorized, Writing on 2014/11/05 at 06:07

I’ve got the ear buds stuck in at angle to get the bass notes better, Volbeat blasting away, all electric guitars and garbled English. The air conditioning is set to a comfortable level and despite not being able to see the ground I still enjoy the view. It turns out our cruising altitude is such that we are flying just above a layer of clouds. Hills and valleys, crags, boulders and ravines all formed of pristine white vapor, bathed in sunlight, against a backdrop of clear blue sky and even a few lighter tufts of cloud above. It really is a landscape, just like you would see from the car window, and we are speeding past with marvelous ease.

Road no. 1, 4:27 pm.

In Place description, Writing on 2014/05/26 at 21:42

We’ve just left the coastal road and turned back onto the main road. We climb higher up the mountains, and then, as we cone around a tight corner, the road opens up into a sort of narrow water chute valley, the road running along the valley floor and the sides rising gently just meters from the road. There is snow coming down from the peaks both right and left, flowing down the slope almost all the way to the banks of the road, big blotches of bare earth here and there in a sort of gigantic camouflage pattern. The sun shines down on us from a blue sky dotted with tufts of cloud and makes the snow sparkle and we can see for miles ahead how the road flows down the mountain in big sweeping curves. When this is what the world had to offer. It feels good to be alive.

Road out of Vis town, 10:37 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, Writing on 2012/07/26 at 19:38

To my left, green mountains with bare Rocky cliffs, a blue sky up above and a slope down towards azure blue sea. In front of me a thin band of asphalt bending of to the right. I slow down and savour the moment of being on a motorized two wheeler once again, my girlfriend behind me and the wind on my face. Then I lean into the curve and twist my right hand, the scooter shoots forward and zooms through the bend and the fizzy dealing of speed bubbles up within me.

Ferry from Split to Vis, 3:58 pm

In Place description, Reflections, Writing on 2012/07/25 at 20:44

There is something about islands, or rather something about the intersection of land and water that is so personified by islands, that captures the human eye. Post cards from all over the world are full of that special magic that is a beach, a harbour or a cliff leading down to the ocean. And here I am on a ferry from the Croatian mainland sailing towards a far away island, moving leasurly through an archipelago with large islands off to both sides. The perfect moment then to snap that post card picture, or so one would think. In fact, due to the limitations of the camera, or perhaps the great ability of the human eye, taking that kind of shot which I desire is impossible. There is just no way to simultaneously capture the whole of an island and get close enough to depict the detail that makes it interesting. Here is my attempt: all around the ship lies azure blue ocean and up above a clear sky with a few wolly tufts of cloud. In the distance, the billowing hills of several islands, covers in dark green forrests or light grey rocks dotted with scrub. Here and there a white boat zipping passt or white sails closer to shore. Wind whipping my hair and the sun shingle down upon me it idyllic and beautiful, time to stand at the railing, relax and let my thoughts wander.

The Riva, Split, 4-ish pm

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, Writing on 2012/07/24 at 19:56

I have been in Split but an hour or so but already I am in full tourist mode, camera in hand snapping pictures of this and that but alas, the view here is one of those that does not lend itself to the art of photography. That’s when it hits me, I have a way to solve this dilema. The scene on front of me is that of the sea side promenade in Split, turquoise waters to one side, a wide pedestrian streak in the middle and fashionable shops and cafes on the other. What makes this sea front special is the main building housing the cafes and shops, the Diocletian’s palace, a 2:nd century Roman palace that has become an integral part of the city. The great outer wall of the palace intermingles freely with increasingly more modern architecture down to pizzerias and ice cream parlours. It’s a pity there is no way of getting a fair view of this scene but it is worth a stroll, ice cream in hand.