It is silent. For the first time this week I can hear my own thoughts. I can let them flow. I recognise them and let them go. I feel free. I continue in silence. Until I meet hikers who talk loud enough to wake up a bunch of bears in the winter… Why do some…
The turquoise water stretches far, almost longer than the eye can see. All around you, large black pine trees grow in large numbers. The Sierra de Cazorla National Park has a lot to offer. If you defy the heat and leave the comfortable air conditioning, you can be lucky enough to see big birds of…
For example, we have removed weeds and other crops that have contributed to a balance in the garden, just to plant flowers that do not contribute to anything worthwhile. When problems start to arise we try to find solutions such as pesticides to take back control. We have created a view that the garden is…
We put our running shoes on to run under a roof of branches. We take the bike for a ride over hills, through forests and meadows. There is something for everyone. Sometimes I just want to do nothing in nature but stroll though the bushes and sit on a stone covered with moss. I don’t need…
When becoming older, the late night parties at so-and-so dance club or pub naturally decrease and are replaced by binge watching Netflix in a comfy sofa. Saturday night life has never been so enjoyable. The curious biologist inside me, though very much in love with the couch at times, keeps me up and going. Especially when there are…
The silence is impeccable. So fine and delicate, and yet unbreakable. It takes your breath, your thoughts and worries. The beauty is unimaginable. So graceful and inviting, and yet unforgivable. It makes you wonder, like the feeling of freedom. The pureness of the mountain air almost takes me by surprise. It always will. And as the skiis are breaking…
One of the reasons I wanted to be a biologist was that I liked the idea of walking through life being able to acknowledge other species. When I walk through a forest I want to be able to tell which trees I can see, which bird is singing and which organisms are contributing to the…
With determined steps he climbs over the rocks. Further and further up, away from the dark and crowded city. The fresh air clears his throat from the black dust. The sweat takes away the layer on his face, revealing a pale white color. At the top the sun beams hit his face, arms and legs. He stands…
Last year my balcony was flowering and attracting a satisfying amount of bumble bees and bees. It had become my contribution to a “green highway” through the city. Yes, it’s exactly what it sounds like. It’s a highway for nature. Instead of cars, it’s used by insects and other animals. Having a wide diversity of animals…
Branches are hanging, almost touching the white silky matter underneath. Weighted down by an untouchable feeling; silence. Through the fresh air almost nothing else can travel farther. Nothing else needs to. The type of silence that only can be produced by nature. A squirrel’s desperate hunt for food to hide for the cold winter months.…