Every picture is a story. Depending on who looks at it, the story differs. For some it is a memory that comes up of a place that looks similar. For others it is a reminder, the dream, to travel there sometime too.
For me, this picture tells another story. It was the end of a long day, when @nanuq17 and I finally set up tent close to the small town Fredvang (Norway). We had come all the way from Kvalvika Bay, hiked up Ryten mountain in the rain, watched the clouds shift and a storm come up. We were tired. Instead of cooking properly, we just warmed up some couscous. Already curled up in our sleeping bags, a woman surprised us, shaking the tent, telling us we had to leave, as it was private ground we were staying on. Her statement really was debatable, but we ended up packing up again, not wanting a discussion. So, there we were, the sun had already set, and we had no clue of where we would stay tonight. We started walking, hoping we could hitchhike to the next bigger town, Ramberg. The road was empty though. We crossed a huge bridge, connecting two islands. I took this picture there. We kept on walking. Talking. Smiling. The world was a good place after all, and we were allowed to travel it. I remember, Johanna having the idea of hanging fairy lights around her neck, as a sort of attraction to all hitch-hike-possibilities. And just as she said that, a truck stopped. Turns out the guy was no-one less than the German author of the hiking guide we carried along (one of the very few things, that made the packing list, considering we had to carry everything). He ended up not only taking us to Ramberg, but recommended another, secret wildcamping spot. He turned around and took us all the way there. We saw polar lights that night. He also recommended us a cliff hike called the „fisher’s path“, which we hiked along the entire next day. It was beautiful.
So, yes, when I look at this picture, I see this day. The surprise it carried for us. And the beauty of traveling.
What do you see?
Devil’s Teeth, Norway.
Les Dents du Diable, Norvège.
L’ambiance de tempête leur va parfaitement vous ne trouvez pas ? 😈
Le temps est tellement terrible qu’on n’en est plus à espérer voir une aurore boréale mais à chasser le moindre rayon de soleil... et là il est tombé sur les fameuses Dents du Diable !
A year ago I was experiencing this beautiful landscape, now I get to write about it. Can’t complain. Lots of new interesting ideas to deal with and a brand new, and final, chapter to write. “Lofoten in Violet. Study” (1934) by Anna Boberg. 💜