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Swedish Grey Wolf

A surprising meeting. It is April and most of us nature photographers in the region are focused on the unlikely invasion of great grey owls this year. This evening was no different when three of us were there waiting for some action.

At a far distance we suddenly saw a "fox" hunting voles in the long grass, we thought. But it looked strange. When viewed in the binoculars, the panic came. WOLF! Quickly but still too slow I changed lens from my 300/2,8 action lens to "big Berta" (800 mm). The wolf had moved up to the edge of a forest and posed there for some photo. He was very alert of the surroundings, sniffing, nervously jumping and running some meters with his tail between his legs. Everything pointed to that this lonely wolf was a young one, a youngster from last year's litter.

Just minutes after he ran into the woods, a roe deer came out and disappeared where the wolf left. The deer barked a couple of times, perhaps when he smelled the scent of the wolf. Not long after this, two moose came over the field and swamp, right into the "wolf spot" with, from what you could see, no reaction at all. What an evening!

I have mentioned the greatness of collecting memories and experiences before, and even though the photos this evening were not the best, most importantly, the experience clearly was.

At Black Grouse lek

Just before Eastern I aimed to put up my hide on my old black grouse lek place at a remote moor. But this year the roads were worse than ever, so it was hard to get there. The shortest way now was from another direction. A new route for me.

I crossed new interesting moors. Particularly one with a very big picturesque big rock in the middle of it, looked promising. Both around and on the rock there were some of those typically slow grown moor pines, giving it a magical touch. Could this be a replacement for my old place? When I walked around I found a spot with a lot of footprints from black grouse. I had to try it, so I put up my long sleeping hide ( in a place, strategically close to the hot spot, with the morning sun on my back.


Two days later, in sunny afternoon light, I once again walked the two kilometres to the hide. The ground was half frozen, partly snowy, partly bare. The walk was strenuous. Particularly as my backpack was super heavy, filled with necessities for a cold night under the stars and my too much of heavy camera gear. The afternoon/evening lek was unfortunately partly destroyed by my presence and my preparation for the night. Very surprising, a boreal owl joined me during my last cup of tee just before bedtime. Five a' clock and still dark, I woke up of the sound of wings. Not one wing, a lot of wings was passing just meters away above my hide canvas. Then came the sound, a hard-to-explain sound from more than 20 playing black grouse males (I counted twenty in front of my hide opening!). It was like an orchestra coming to a crescendo. Fore sure it was worth the uncomfortable sleep and the strenuous walk to have this experience. Some not so bad photos made it even more memorable. Can it be better? Experiences and memories are what life is all about, isn't it?

Capercaillie - the lek season is approaching

This was a lonely close to mad capercaillie, who played his lek game by himself. He let me come closer to him than what this magic species usually accept, without use of a hide.


For those of you that not are familiar with these wood-hens, I can tell that the birds are neither rare nor common in Sweden today. They are very unevenly distributed, both geographically in the terrain and seasonally. In winter time, for example, the capercaillie prefers and need access to older pines. My experience is that it does not need to be large dense pine forests as they in many cases seems to prefer a mixed tree population and particularly older pine trees in half-open areas and in the border zone to moors.


In summer time and early autumn, the hens particularly, will be found close to more wet areas where they also nest. The nest itself is not made in the wet, but on drier ground and very frequently in a clearing close to the boundary zone in some "berry" rich area. If these areas have a lot of blueberry sprigs it is an ideal spot. The chickens are, in its first weeks, dependent of small larvae's thriving in the blueberry sprigs.


Northern Sweden with its taiga forest has a considerable better population than the most south parts of our country.


The future of our capercaillie population is heavily debated. Even though the population has been stable for some years with ups and downs, many facts point to that modern foresting not is favouring the capercaillie, particularly.


A look into my crystal ball tells me that the future will show weaker populations of our biggest wood hen as the last pristine lands, i.e., forests on mountain tops and zones around creeks, lakes, moors and wet lands, are cut down in the hunt of our forests last old growth trees. Furthermore, it seems that something in our forestry is very unfavourable for the blueberries, which has a considerable importance of the capercaillie chicken's survival as well as many other forest species.  Hope I am wrong as this bird is an icon of true wilderness and life in an otherwise harsh environment.

Great Grey Owl

Who can see and experiencing a hunting great grey owl without getting magically attached? It is an icon bird like the snowy owl, the golden eagle, the capercaillie and not to forget the Siberian jay. Like the later, the great grey is quite often unafraid of humans. Trust it is called, a peculiarity very rare I today's society. Sometimes to the degree that it will pose and hunt just meters away from where you are standing. A bird in this size, completely silent, just meters away is a great experience even for a non nature photographer.


After years and years with very few sightings of this fantastic owl in my home area, something happened at end of March this year. Report of sightings are suddenly coming from all over Sweden, including my "back-yard". In an area close to Falun, among swampy meadows two to four great greys' have been hunting for some time now (still are 2012, April 6). From where have they come? Many skilled ornithologists think they are migration birds coming from Russia. Perhaps!


Nevertheless, I just hope that some will stay and nest. If not this year, perhaps next year. Hopefully they will use one of all my nesting platforms I have put up over the years.

Along a little creek

Not very far from my home, at the edge of a wolf territory in the area, I have found this nice little spot in the otherwise very hard forestried land. Behind my back and over a distance of several kilometers, big machines constanly fell all older trees and making big clearings. Sadly, it seems impossible to change the logging companies for the better to show a less aggresive and careless attitude in their buisness, than what most of them have today.  

But still, what is left along the creek, is a small breathing hole and I spend some time here every week hoping for the impossible to happend - to have a wolf on one of the stones in the creek. 

Earlier this autoumn there was an "intruder" here with teeth sharp as "Swedish steel". Three times the lard that I had put up two meter high in a tree, was stolen. Some creature had twice bitten off a rope and once a soft steel thread.  The only animal I can think of is the lynx. If so, I really hope he comes back. Last time I saw one in this area was around four years ago.

The water is clear, unusual clear to be in this area characteristic for its humus rich lakes and streams. In places it reminds me (a bit) of a great-bear-rainforest-creeks. And that's a quality comparasion!

I have said it before, squirrels are a very interesting animal to follow and a good photo object, particularly when the sought after big predators are missing. The later more or less just a dream, but sometimes dreams come true.

This squirrel was one of two that fighted to rule over the feeding station.

Here is a photo, a macro shot, of the "fruits" of some moss, which I don't know the name of. A very pleasing picture. 

This bird you can call the "upside down" bird as it never walks upwards a stem. Its real name is Nuthatch ("Nötväcka"; Sitta europea). Almost every nut feeding station has, of some reason, no more than one or two of this bird as frequent guest at the table. It is a reflexion I have done and I have no idea way. Probable something territorial. 

The grey-headed woodpecker  ("Gråspett; Picus canus) is always a high score object to photograph. The bird has increased in numbers over the last years due to some small positive changes in the forestry industri (but still there is too less oldgrown forests left unlogged to be good for the whole eco system). Nowadays they leave all dead trees and some bigger soft trees like aspen, which is really good. This is not a big sacrifice for the forest companies, but it show how much you can gain with just a little humbleness in the managment of the woods.

A blue tit on a dry branch close to my feeding station. 

Beginning of October and still an abundance of lemmings

Autumn is over. It is the first day of October and the mountains would have been white at this date. It should have been winter up here now. But no snow is to be seen anyhere, except some small white dots on a distant otherwise brown-greenish hill. At a closer look, those spots are moving. They are jumping around together with some darker spots.
It is the arctic fox puppies that still are close to the den. The puppies which earlier were so nicely cream-brown coloured, have now started to turn into their white winter coat. Perfect in winter time, but a disaster in snow-free surrounding.
I am thinking of the golden eagle that flew over the den last time I was up here and which caused panic in the litter. Is this a cause of global warming?

They have now grown a lot since my last visit a month earlier and all of them have eaten themselves fat on lemmings. They are big, strong and healthy, but even so they are still an easy target for the big eagle. And now they are as easily spotted and hunted as the white hare, when away from the den. But, what hurt one is the gain of another. His blue-black furred sister will at this time, perhaps, have the benefit over him, as long as it lasts.

Black and white that live happily side by side. It is like a metaphor of an ideal human society.

Above he starts his hunt of a lemming. His concentration is total and the last jump and strike i perfect. This youngster have learned his lesson well. A real opportunist, a surviver with good genes it seems.

This late in the season all colours are always gone. This year it never was any really intense colour play at all over the mountains. The surrounding was dominated by brownish and very surprisingly, there were still green grass to be seen.


To find a nice and soft camping ground is not hard in this area.


The photo to the right is a tone mapped HD photography.

The lemmings, very surprisingly, were still in plentiful numbers and just as mean as always. 


As soon as you come closer than, say 5 meters, they just scream (of fear?), "Come and eat me!". Can this really be an evolutionary advantage?

Nature is not always easy to understand for a human being.

In the mushroom forest

This is a rare mushroom not seen by many. It is a Hericium coralloides or "koralltaggsvamp" in swedish. It is red-listed and is a sign of a healthy ecosystem.

It only grow on rotten soft woods (spruce, pine,...).

I photographed this green moss on the mountain "Kolarboberget" west of Falun. This mountain is divided by a number of small swampy "valleys" surrounded by old grown forest. The area is a small treasure that have been protected voluntarily by its owner, the forestry company Stora Enzo.  Thanks Stora!

Above the wet valleys, on the flat rock area, pine dominates over spruce. On the rocks, richly coloured lichen grow.

More mushrooms of a kind I don't know at the moment.

Autumn gold! The yellow chantarelle.


My feeling is that this delicious and sought after mushroom has generally been much more common over the last years. It is nowadays easy to pick ten, fifteen, liters on a tour. Sometimes much, much more.

More than just mushroom to see - there's insects too

Scandinavia's arctic fox - more threatened than the wolf

A good year for Sweden's Arctic Fox

Scandinavia's most endangered mammal, the arctic fox (Alopex lagopus), has had an extremely good year (2011). It is perhaps the best year in 50 – 100 years. Their basic food source the lemmings, are this year found in numbers rarely seen. It is a lemming year well above a "normal" lemming year. When this happens, there is an inexhaustible wealth of food in the mountains. The ptarmigan increase in number due to less predation, birds of prey are more successful in their breeding and the foxes can easily feed their puppies.


The litters have been huge in size this year. I counted to 12 youngsters at this particular den, when I visited it in September.

But the wealth will soon go away. Winter time is approaching rapidly and this is the most critical time for a young arctic fox. Perhaps 80 % will die due to starvation the first winter.


If the coming winter can produce enough to eat for them, there is a chance that they can increase in numbers over the "critical level" and make it possible for them to spread out, far out, into other areas to establish new territories. However, as so much here, everything is dependent on repeatedly occurring lemming peaks.


After some harsh and snow-deep years with favourable conditions for the lemmings we are now hopefully back in balance with more regular rodent oscillations, in cycles of four, five years, after a long period with disturbances in these.

To wish for even more, it would be extremely good with more carcasses in the mountains, - leftovers from the big predators. To achieve this we need more of them in the mountains. But this needs perhaps an impossible change of attitude amongst people. Even a very small acceptance would be a highly appreciated benefit for our arctic foxes, I think. But with "our" narrow minded view of these animals it is just a dream, though.


Experience from Yellowstone shows, very clearly, how important predators are for the diversity in an ecosystem. After the introduction of wolves there, the food supply for all scavengers was more stable and more equally distributed over the seasons. Due to this, lower predators increased in number and the populations of both predators and prey were healthier. It benfited the diversity of the whole ecosystem there.

An eye in Sapmi land

The name Sapmi is what our native, first nation people call "their" land. A sparsely populated area that stretches 1500 km along Sweden's mountain range. Some areas are true wilderness, while others show signs of both human activity and particularly, very palpable, signs of free running herds of reindeer. Some herds are large, really large. Herds with many hundred animals are not uncommon today.

All this started about 400 hundred years ago when the Swedish authorities increased taxes to finance the expensive wars they fought on the continent (Europe), at that time. This forced the Sami people (among other people) to be more effective in their trade. Bigger herds with free running reindeer was the answer to this, in contrast to the small well controlled herds they had before. And since then, reindeer herds have increased in size and is now an "industry" following this "tradition". To control these amounts of free-running animals they have to be motorized. Everything from snowmobiles to helicopters are used. Without it, it is impossible.


The profound negative impact and damage these activities do has to be considered in a larger perspective. Mountains are heavily grazed. Sensitive areas are down trodden. Predators are persecuted as they bring trouble and death to the herds.


Due to this overuse of our mountain terrain, voices are now raised and are now questioning this business. Above all, as a cultural activity on one side and a subsidized business on the other.

Can it really be ethical correct to let culture totally rule over nature ? Will we subsidize a business that does such impact and not at all accept predators?

Mountain life is peaceful. There is time for rest, reflection and planning. In this environment the batteries recharge fast. At this particular place, the only "disturbance" was the warning call from the short-eared owl (asio flammeus) couple nesting close by. 

To hear this sound over the mountain plains makes you feel free in the same way as at the coast. A sense of infinity and eternity.




Sometimes the peace is disturbed by a motorized reindeer shepherd, but as often is the noise coming from helicopters taking out tourists and fishermen on activities. Also other transport activity occur. But even if human disturbance up here are small compared to the noise in a modern city, it is irritating. Noise disturbance is relative to the situation,  I think. 

The use of helicopters for herding the reindeer is without doubt very disturbing and also clearly unethical, but also understandable from the herders point of view.

This short-eared owl was one of five owls that I saw during my visit to this place. So many owl in such a small area occurs only in lemming years. This owl was my follower on my three day tour here. Every time I moved it made a tour over my head and told me in his way, "I know where you are".

Here a lemming has come out of its safe hole. The time the lemming is on free unsheltered ground is surprisingly short, so to be an owl feeding on lemmings can't be an easy life. Some lemmings are fierce, close to mean.

I wonder if the owl was curious, territorial or if the area close to my tent just was a good hunting ground. Whatever, it is always nice with animals and birds that have lost some of the fear of humans. Perhaps there is even a bit of trust which has developed, in this owl.

One day when I walked the plain, the flat mountain moor, I was suddenly attacked in a more agressive way by the owl than before. The alarm call was more distinct. 


Just in front of me, the adult bird started a distracting behaviour, almost a theatrical show playing I-can-not-fly. Immediately I understood that I was very close to the youngsters. I looked around and only feet away, I saw this young owl. Not yet capable of flight, it just squated.


Knowing where it was, it was clearly seen, but without all the signals it would have been almost impossible to find it. This was to some degree a happening by chance and this photo among others was the result.

A close-up of a young short-eared owl showing its distinct beak and its magical very bright yellow eye. Owls are fantastic!


After being a photo model for five minutes, I thanked it for its patience and left it alone and undisturbed again.

June and the beginning of July is a marvelous time in the mountains. The bird-life is in splendour and many different species can be seen.

One bird that no one can miss is the golden plover (pluvialis apricaria). In Swedish "ljungpipare". Its alarm call is as characteristic as its habit of notoriously following or "guiding-out" the intruder from its territory. This makes them to the mountain hikers friends.

Its timeless call has something eternal and infinite about it, that brings to mind a loon call over a foggy lake. It breaths wilderness.

This is another wader bird breeding on swampy flat land above the tree line. It is the dunlin bird (caldris alpina). The Swedish name is "Kärrsnäppa".

This red-legged wader is unmistakable when standing on a small tuft. No hiker will miss this one. It is a common redshank (tringa totanus). With its red very bright shining legs it is easy to understand the name. The Swedish name for this bird is "rödbena", meaning red legs. 

This is a red-necked phalarope (phalaropus lobatus) or "smalnäbbad simsnäppa" as it is named in Swedish. This bird, which behaves differently from other waders, likes small pond like waters in moors or in open mountain areas. It feeds on mosquito larvae and other small insects that sometimes are whirled up by its so characteristic  "merry-go-around" behavior. This behaviour has been shown numerous times in television documentaries and this is why people in general remember this bird at all.

Why go to Africa to enjoy tropical birds? Visit the Swedish mountains and there are some to be seen like this bluethroat (luscinia svecia), "blåhake" in Swedish, which are quite impressive in their colours.


Actually, this birds winter home is northern Africa and south Asia. 


With a wise choice of route, the travelling can be as rewarding as the goal itself. My choice of route home from "Härjedalen" (swe: county), was a small gravelled road between the main roads. This was not the fastest way, but shorter and a lot more interesting regarding wildlife than the other. This bright evening in late June, I saw this pretty impressive moose. It was grazing at the edge of an old meadow, close to an abandoned, old farmers summer settlement (tranchumance booths/shielings).  

These old abandoned houses, farmer land and meadows givesa very characteristic and nice touch to these rural areas. It seems that time has stopped.

The red squirrel (sciurus vulgaris) is neither rare nor a very appreciated animal in Sweden, even though it occurs in many children's stories. Unfortunately, rareness has too much impact of how we see animals, plants,.....

Not so long ago, in the middle of the last century, it was hunted extensively for its grey winter coat, but today the hunt is more or less negligible. Even so, it is close to rare to see a squirrel far out in the forest, away from human settlement. If this is due to the former excessive hunt, new ways of managing the forest or some other factor, is unclear to me.  When I run into a "wild" one, like the one on this photo, I usually stop to try to take a photo both for its appealing look and for the often nice, natural surroundings. I think the ones seen far out in the forest seems to be both stronger and more beautiful than the ones you see close to human settlements. Perhaps my imagination, but that's how I feel about it.

Cute and hated! Like the wolf but to a less degree the fox is a provocative animal. Some want it eliminated as it is a rival of the game, other sees it as a cute harmless predator that is a part of the eco system. There is possibly so, that a restricted hunt are needed in certain areas for some reason, but to have competition to shot as many as possible, as recently was announced in a hunting magazine, is for me far above what is ethically acceptable today. It reminded me of a hunter that said, "killing is fun, we have to tell ....."! For me he is not a hunter, he is a butcher. Respect and humbleness to all life, should be the leading star for all wildlife activities, hunters and fisher men included.

A hunter's dream? This roe deer was in extraordinary good shape and size compared to what usually is seen. I met it, perhaps remarkable, in one of, if not the most controversial wolf territory in one of middle Sweden's great forests, when it followed a hind in heat.

Svalbard 78° North

600 kg of strength

The world is full of fantastic places. Africa's plains, Australia's reefs, BC's tempered rainforest and not to forget Scandinavia's mountain areas. But the last adventure I had in April 2011,  a tour to Svalbard, the arctic island just 12 ° south of the north pole, was something well over the average tour. As a Swede living in a country with snowy winters, Svalbard shouldn't be to different and to exciting, but it was. It was just fabulous.  I think I was infected by the nasty arctic germ! 

The whole expedition concept made by company EcoWatch ( was  a great success. And together with great guides and great people in the group, the tour of course was extraordinary.


As can be seen below, we had some fantastic encounters and saw some fantastic landscape scenes. But still, this was just a slight glimpse into the landscape behind the frozen arctic door!

Ptarmigan is, I think, the only land-based bird that survive the winter month on Svalbard. It is hard to understand how well adapted this bird is, "the maid of the mountains". Perfect camouflaged in a dress more delicate than most of the tropics paradise birds.

My wood land oasis - Svartnäs

Siberian Jay

August tour to northern Norway and "Fugleöya"

Far up in Norway is a prestine coastal area called Helgeland, which has as many islands as the mainland has habitants. This area is both extremely beautiful and sparsley commercialized. It is a genuine area like few other, which in my opinion makes it a perfect place for a week of relaxation, some fishing and for photographic adventures above the usual. 

This year I went to one of the pearls up there -"Fugleöya".  At sea level with shelter from the almost 800 meters high gargantuan cliff, lies an old fishing village of some 20 houses, but nowadays without any permanent residents. And just next to the village, a shell-white almost tropical beach spreads out. Being that close to the stone wall, it is very protected and has its own gale free climate. Actually there are several more of these "perfect" beaches close by; they are smaller than the main beach, but what they lose in size they gain in loveliness.

The journey up there is long (1200 km), very long, from my home and can be tiring and boring if not stopping at some interesting spots. Normally I take the opportunity to stop at some new location along the way. Either as a long coffee break or as a sleep-over place.  

However, this year I just had not the time. Tiring, yes, but if you go slowly there are a lot to see along the road and sometimes, if you can take the time for small stops, there will be a lot of photo opportunities during the drive.

That the northern parts of Sweden has had a rodent year 2010, was shown very clearly on this tour. On my way there and back, I saw at least 25-30 foxes jumping over the road or trotting aside it. I even saw a pine marten crossing, which is not an everyday encounter.

Most of the foxes were of course youngsters. Very inexperienced in hunting and than taking the easy but dangerous way to forage -the road. And due to this a lot of them end up in front of a car. A little more awareness among the drivers would not be wrong! Not just for the animal tragedies but as much for the car drivers and passengers. Especially if hitting one of our bigger animals.

Road kill

Well at the coast and before entering the boat to Fugleöya, I tented a night at one of the most wonderful beaches you can find.  I call it "otter beach" due to the close otter encounter I had there a couple of years ago. Some of the otter photos shown in my album are from this place.


Here I have put up my tent on the cliffs beside the sandy beach.


Late evenings and bright summer nights at this beach is just magical. It seems that the sun rays when filtered by air above Lofoten´s high cliffs, its spectrum changes; the light reflected from "otter beach's" surrounding cliffs is magical; the colours has an un-natural warm and pleasing shine. 

What can be better than sitting on the cliffs having a nice bear and wait for something to happen or just to relax in silence.

Walking around the beach with the camera and looking for motifs is almost like childhood when exploring beaches, looking for crabs, shells and digging for sand orms. To keep this explorer lust, I think is good for your mental health as well as for holding your creativity alive.

Every time when I see those green tufts of silene acaulis, that grows in hard arid environment, like a beach or on an Icelandic lava field, I get astonished of its ability to grow under such conditions.

Nevertheless, it is nice to see these small colour spots in the otherwise very arid and colourless sourrounding.

The beach seen from the cliffs, from where my tent is put up. Here in magical late evening light.

The climate here can be hard for plants. They have to withstand high wind forces and heavy rain. The temperature on the other hand is not so extreme due to the gulf current. This has the effect that areas with shelter from the hardest winds and with heat keeping mountain close, have a microclimate with growing conditions far above what normally is possible on this latitude.  

This can also be understood from all the archeological findings that have been found in the region, especially on the islands. Some of them are dated back to the last ice age, i.e. 10 000 years, Pretty amazing, isn´t it? 


Fugleöya from south, from the bird reserve.

"Fugleöyas" beautiful main beach. In its meter high surf I every day had my washing sojourn; cold yes, but refreshing when finished.

Here the beach with the main "climbing" cliff to the left and just to right, the trail to the puffin valley.  Not an easy way up, but taking the right one, the left trail, is a bit easier than than the right one who´s last part is so very steep that ropes almost are needed.

I of course ended up on the steep trail. Hard, sweaty and a little dangerous I managed to reach the top without any problems. Well up I was rewarded with an unsuspected fruitfulness. The ground was like a thick madras of down, but in this case it was cloud and crow berries twigs that made up this soft bed.

Hard to tell if this photography is taken in Italy (the Dolomites) or in Norway. This is actually the "main" street in this picturesque village Fugleöya.

The main cliff with a heather tuft in front. Standing beneath it you really feel its impressive size and it is hard to understand that people every year climb this cliff, the entire way to the top. Unrealistic and very impressing!

Everything in this village are maintained in a way that keeps it in its original shape; it's really admirable. Here the nice boat/fishing houses at the small harbor.

To have walk to the eastern beaches take you through some small but nice lush meadows and genuine boat houses. 

Oystercatcher with a worm

The oyster catcher, a characteristic birds at the sea shores and a bird that under no circumstances can be quite. Disturbing? No not really, like the gulls they just contribute to the coastal atmoshpere.

Oyster catcher investigating a stone crack for food

The low islands and the tip of Fugleöya hold a fair number of grey goose. When I was there, they were extremly stressed and did not accept the slightest glimpse of any humans in thier sight fiel, however far they were. Perhaps they felt that the coming goose hunt was just days ahead.

Here a nice specimen of a female common goldeneye  [bucephala clangula] or as we say in Swedish, "knipa". I really like the English word, it describe what your eyes first recognize on this bird.

Even when resting the oyster catcher has an whatching eye; to look out for the great gull; to look out for the patroling white-tailed eagle.

The main beach and the stone beach beneath the cliff.

Cloud berries "meadows"

On this high plateau or table land, 400 hundred meter above the sea, there was a "meadow" of claud berries. Its like, I have never seen before. After the very hard hike up there, especially the one I took, it was a blessing to just laying down on the soft cloud berry carpet. Resting, stretching out, eat some berries and let the strenght return. This is mega recovery of the soul!

A perfect matured claud berry in a size that every berry picker would love. It taste was just superb!

This is a HDR photo and in this case it shows the view pretty realistic.