By now the sun had well and truly risen. After days of non-stop sunshine and intense blue skies, a different light appeared.
… and as I was strolling along the sand minding my own business, up came this huge crab out of the water that started crawling along beside me demanding my attention.
Lost that day: a dry bag used to protect camera & lens in between shots. Entire tripod, camera & lens almost came a cropper too.
I expected the Lofoten Islands to be a much colder experience than it in fact was. Now planning my next trip into the cold.
I read somewhere that if you look at images of snow or cool flowing water, you will soon feel cooler in hot weather.
There are places in the Lofoten Islands that have become so popular for landscape photography that it’s easy to imagine reading “I Saw Yous” of the sort you can find in some local newspapers and magazines. Just a few examples:
I Saw You at Lillian’s as you were leaving Reine and I was arriving. You were wearing a fetching down jacket in cobalt blue, huge boots with spikes and a fair-trade blue-coloured hat. You looked like a Viking God. I was smitten. Call me.
I Saw You at the supermarket in Reine buying reading glasses and cheese. An odd combination for sure, and so were we that week. How about another week next year?
I Saw You at the pier in Reine last Saturday. You were having trouble keeping your Lee filters dry. I was having trouble with people bigger than me stepping in front of my tripod. Let’s get together and swap Lofoten stories.
I Saw You slip on the rocks near Skagsanden beach. Then you slipped through ice into freezing water. The wind howled that day and it was icy cold but omg you are so hot! Come to my house and slip into something comfortable instead.
I Saw You last year Lofoten, also the year before and again this year. For three winters I’ve gazed at you through blizzards, rain and mist. For you I have bruised my butt, suffered cracked lips and skidded on ice countless times. You have wrecked one camera and two lenses. You have blown away countless items with your sudden gusts. You have also blown me away. I will be back you stormy, unpredictable, fantastic place!
It’s like saying in awe. Å is a village at the bottom end of the Lofoten islands, where I spent the last afternoon. Finally no rain, no blizzards, no hurricane winds toppling tripods.
In English this would be Snow Queen, except that Reine is the name of a village in the Lofoten Islands, Norway.
And yes, it was snowing that day.
A few hours around Oslo’s parks and waterfront and you find yourself surrounded by sculptures of women, sitting, standing, often with babies, often naked.
New to me was She Lies, a glass and steel iceberg-looking sculpture afloat in the fiord on the Oslo waterfront near the Opera House. This time a sculpture created by a woman, Monica Bonvicini.
I wonder if there are, somewhere in this city, sculptures of women and men pushing prams.
My walk in Frogner Park was cut short because I didn’t think to bring my spikes. Big mistake! But here are a few images of the park and some of the Vigeland sculptures it is famous for.