Plow Tracks

I stumbled upon this motif one day I had to step out of my way on natures behalf. Behind the bus shed by Nesodden’s medieval church, I saw these beatiful fields and forests, with the blue hills on the other side of the fjord in the background.

There is something about old farmland, it has grown organically out of the landscape shapes. If the bedrock surfaces, it becomes the site to throw whatever is plowed up from the ground, and in the course of time becomes islands of jungle in the midst of the fields.

I am convinced this piece of land has been cultivated for more than a millennium, maybe with a break during and after the black plague in 1349-50 which killed maybe half of the population and laid huge parts of the land desolate.