Until about fifteen years ago the small
peninsula called Hängesten („hanging stone“) was a restricted military
area with big antennas all over the place. The reclamation has been
carried out quite well, there is no scrap or debris left as reminder of the past. The
hanging stone actually exists and dangles rather precariously from a small
cliff. Should it dislodge while standing underneath, you'd be as flat
as a stamp...
On this late afternoon - first cloudy, then sunny - I roamed the area for almost two hours with no other human being in sight. This is strange since the parking is generous and the foot access short and easy. Probably okey even for some types of wheelchairs.
Having an entire area for oneself can instill a sense of timelessness. The music I selected is probably a touch too ethereal. But in some ways it connects to a solitary and timeless sensation, while the drumbeat alludes to the rock-hard reality. I'm grateful for those generous composers like the youthful Norwegian Peder Helland, allowing the free use of their music.
On this late afternoon - first cloudy, then sunny - I roamed the area for almost two hours with no other human being in sight. This is strange since the parking is generous and the foot access short and easy. Probably okey even for some types of wheelchairs.
Having an entire area for oneself can instill a sense of timelessness. The music I selected is probably a touch too ethereal. But in some ways it connects to a solitary and timeless sensation, while the drumbeat alludes to the rock-hard reality. I'm grateful for those generous composers like the youthful Norwegian Peder Helland, allowing the free use of their music.
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