The other day I took a walk at my favorite place that I never go to without my camera. Mostly because I never know what I´ll find among those
several hundred years old apple trees whose roots are still living on earth from De Norum Anno 1311 and has been seen by Swedish kings
back in the 1690's.
For many years this place has been empty and uninhabited so I used to say a silent "hello" to this charming building every morning and evening when I passed by with a smile, just because it used to look at me so irresistible with its opened arms of 300 year old linden trees saying: Save me!
One day, before it got new owners, I came to visit and went almost teary-eyed from there. Besides preserved rooms on the ground floor some playful homeowners have decorated and furnished the entire upper floor of the theme of an English Pub.
Even the new owners are proud of it.
I still watch the shifting seasons around this wooden castle and try to capture its beauty on photographs but lately I saw something that is only a few
have witnessed.
During my walk I heard something that first sounded like a distant lightning, followed by a loud cracking sound in slow motion. The next moment
I saw a giant fall down. It was an old dying tree. Have you ever seen a tree dying in a natural way? Have you ever heard the sound of it?
It was sad and tragic and epic and magnificent!
But if you ask me where I find the true tragedy and sadness that represents the end of the world for me, I would probably say that it is on the top floor preserved in one of Sweden's few surviving Caroline wooden castles from the 17th century.
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