Thoughts and Stories
What the Ice Age Left Behind
Manchmal liegt eine ganze Eiszeit direkt vor unseren Füßen. An diesem Steinstrand an der norwegischen Küste liegen Tausende Steine dicht nebeneinander. Grau, braun, rot, beinahe schwarz. Manche glatt und rund, andere rau und von feinen Linien durchzogen. Sie gehören zu einer alten Gletschermoräne und sind Spuren einer Landschaft, die vom Eis geprägt wurde. Wenn ich…
The Beauty of Disorder
Some forests seem to have forgotten every notion of order. Trees grow close together, their branches intertwining, while rocks lie scattered among moss and roots. Old wood slowly decays on the forest floor as new life grows beside it. Between it all, water finds its own way. Places like these fascinate me. Perhaps because…
The Space Between
Things have been a little quieter here over the past few days. Everyday life kept me busy, and my camera stayed at home more often than I would have liked. Last weekend, that changed. I headed into Dovrefjell. After only a few steps, that familiar feeling returned. The sense of space. There is little here to limit the view…
A Quiet Morning
The morning was still young, and the beach lay empty before me. Above the water, the sky kept changing. Patches of brightness opened between heavy clouds, while a light breeze brushed across the sand, carrying the clear sea air towards me. The waves arrived in a slow rhythm. Their sound was…
Between Water and Reality
Sometimes a landscape seems to have a sense of time all its own. The water lies still among the rocks. Dark, deep, and clear enough to show the mountains a second time. Wooden posts rise from the surface like ancient signs. Straight, silent, almost unfamiliar. Their reflections stretch further down than the eye can follow. Clouds hang…
The Light Behind the Light
When I took this photograph in the Lofoten Islands, I was unsure at first. The image looked bright. Almost too bright. The atmosphere of that particular evening was barely visible in the photograph. Yet I had felt it clearly while standing there. It was midnight. The sea lay calm beneath the cliffs. The sun itself had long since…
Where Movement Disappears
Some places have a rhythm of their own. Water moves. Wind passes through the valley. Clouds drift across the mountains. And yet everything feels heavy and still. Long exposures change the way we see the landscape. Waves become a smooth surface. Flowing water takes on something timeless. Movement disappears, leaving behind…
Fragments of the Forest
That morning, I went into the forest without a particular subject in mind. I wanted to look for light. The sun was still low, sending its first rays between the trees. Little patches of brightness appeared everywhere. Some vanished after only a few seconds. Others moved slowly across the forest floor, over moss, bark and branches. During the trip…
The Fortress in the Mist
When I first saw this hut that day, it was just a subject. A brief stop on the way up. A few photographs. A look across the landscape. Then I continued. The real destination lay higher up. The mountains partly disappeared into the mist. The rocks seemed rough and unwelcoming. A landscape…
Morning Light
Morning had not quite arrived. The light lay low across the landscape, warm, soft, and tentative. A little mist still lingered between the hills, just enough to make everything feel calmer. In the distance, I could hear the surf, quiet but always there. And between the waves came the birdsong: those brief calls you really notice…