I thought that Denmark didn't have any wilderness. Travelling through Norway I was taken away on a romantic fairytale of mountains and valleys, seas and skies. And pleasant people who gave me rides. Returning, I've started to notice when the air is a little clearer, and the trees a little more wild. Danish wilderness is dull; mild colours and limited palette. Albeit, humble and simple in a way that doesn't intimidate - just kind of hugs you. Allows you to discover it. Walking through a forest not far from civilisation, there are small hints of seasonal changes. Two weeks before, a cold, damp, dark experience, to find today small signs of Spring appearing. In little corners and on branches and beneath the fallen leaves. The first flowers poking through, and bright green leaves shining. All in the detail. Little details that would have been swallowed up by grand canyons and waterfalls or great hills and fjords. All these signs reassuring us that we're headed towards summer, though they do say that Spring is the best time. Here in Denmark. Where colour palettes are mild and seemingly dull, all because everything is in the detail.