{"id":1231,"date":"2022-11-13T18:22:34","date_gmt":"2022-11-13T18:22:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/svenfroekjaer.com\/?page_id=1231"},"modified":"2022-11-13T19:06:41","modified_gmt":"2022-11-13T19:06:41","slug":"landscapes-sct-hans","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/svenfroekjaer.com\/index.php\/landscapes-sct-hans\/","title":{"rendered":"Landscapes. The Sct. Hans Night when the bonfires are lit."},"content":{"rendered":"\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote has-text-align-right is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\">\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Himlen var som hvide roser. Langt ude, en mil ude br\u00e6ndte en gl\u00e6desild p\u00e5 en h\u00f8j. Der fl\u00f8j en tavs fugl hurtigt forbi og videre ud i den svale d\u00e6mring. Piletr\u00e6et ved br\u00f8nden h\u00e6ldede sig stille med alle de milde, hvide blade i den lyse nat. En sp\u00e6d, askehvid m\u00f8lsv\u00e6rmer flakkede i natluften. Himlen var t\u00e5get at stjernelys.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Johannes V. Jensen. Kongens Fald. 1933.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The sky was like white roses. Far out, a mile out, a bonfire burned on a hill.A silent bird flew  quickly past into the cool twilight. The willow at the well bowed itself quietly with   alle the mild, white leaves in the bright night. An ashencoloured moth fluttered in the night air. The sky was dimmetd by starlight. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Johannes V. Jensen. The fall of the king. 1933<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<div id=\"wp-block-themeisle-blocks-advanced-columns-d5823ed2\" class=\"wp-block-themeisle-blocks-advanced-columns has-1-columns has-desktop-equal-layout has-tablet-equal-layout has-mobile-equal-layout has-vertical-unset\"><div class=\"wp-block-themeisle-blocks-advanced-columns-overlay\"><\/div><div class=\"innerblocks-wrap\">\n<div id=\"wp-block-themeisle-blocks-advanced-column-46aae45d\" class=\"wp-block-themeisle-blocks-advanced-column\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"873\" src=\"http:\/\/svenfroekjaer.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/10\/pix4-1-1024x873.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-877\" srcset=\"https:\/\/svenfroekjaer.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/10\/pix4-1-1024x873.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/svenfroekjaer.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/10\/pix4-1-300x256.jpg 300w, https:\/\/svenfroekjaer.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/10\/pix4-1-768x655.jpg 768w, https:\/\/svenfroekjaer.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/10\/pix4-1-1536x1310.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/svenfroekjaer.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/10\/pix4-1-1560x1331.jpg 1560w, https:\/\/svenfroekjaer.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/10\/pix4-1.jpg 1932w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Every year at midsummer the bonfires are lit all over Denmark. It is a very old tradition and often celebrated with friends and family. My wife and I have been together with the same fine friends for many, many years at midsummer, where we eat our shared foot together, drink and sing the song connected with midsummer and have a good time in the night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I have a long row of memories from midsummer bonfires and very beautiful and fragile light of the longest day of the year, when with the words of the Danish poet Johannes V. Jensen:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>The heaven stands open by day and by night. <\/em><em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">In the painting the light from the small bonfire is reflected in the lake and maybe rain is coming.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Himlen var som hvide roser. Langt ude, en mil ude br\u00e6ndte en gl\u00e6desild p\u00e5 en h\u00f8j. Der fl\u00f8j en tavs fugl hurtigt forbi og videre ud i den svale d\u00e6mring. Piletr\u00e6et ved br\u00f8nden h\u00e6ldede sig stille med alle de milde, hvide blade i den lyse nat. En sp\u00e6d, askehvid m\u00f8lsv\u00e6rmer flakkede i natluften. Himlen var&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"_themeisle_gutenberg_block_has_review":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1231","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/svenfroekjaer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1231","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/svenfroekjaer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/svenfroekjaer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/svenfroekjaer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/svenfroekjaer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1231"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/svenfroekjaer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1231\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1289,"href":"https:\/\/svenfroekjaer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1231\/revisions\/1289"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/svenfroekjaer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1231"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}