If there’s one place here in Norway which I really do find beautiful, it has to be the Lofoten islands. I know it must sound like such a cliché, but theres just something special about the place.
Tiny villages and wavy old roads hidden away amongst fjords and majestic mountains, storms so ravishing that you begin to question how anything can still be standing afterwards, and warm summer days so peaceful and quiet that it is as if you could hear a needle being dropped miles away. An endless horizon contrasted by mountainsides so large, sharp and steep that they make any man, woman or child feel humble to their very core.
Needless to say, I am very pleased to say that I am now in the process of moving to one of the most well preserved aforementioned villages; Nusfjord! My new residence? A 101 year old converted ice storage.
I took the image to the left during a 4 day long visit to the village late last summer. Little did I know back then that I was in fact shooting an image of what I am now calling home. Centered in this shot, right above the boats, center frame, lies the old ice storage. It’s funny how these things can work out sometimes, isn’t it?
A new chapter has indeed begun…