Seasons
The First Signs
In den vergangenen Wochen war ich wieder häufiger in den höheren Lagen unterwegs. Im norwegischen Hochland sind die ersten Veränderungen bereits zu erkennen. Der Herbst kündigt sich an. Zwischen Heide, Moos und niedrigen Sträuchern erscheinen erste warme Braun- und Rottöne. Die Luft fühlt sich klarer an, das Licht wird weicher und am Morgen bleibt der…
The Beginning Is Quiet
The ground has thawed. Not everywhere yet, but here it is enough. The air is damp, and the forest feels heavy and quiet. In the middle of it all stand the first delicate flowers of spring. Elsewhere in Europe, they have already faded. Here, they are only just beginning. That makes this moment feel different. Slower. More restrained…
Between What Was and What Is
The snow has almost disappeared. Damp ground breathes again beneath a warmer, longer-lasting light. Before an old wreck, I find myself thinking about what belongs to the past and what is becoming part of the present. Rust recalls an earlier purpose, while grasses and flowers begin to reclaim the space. And for a moment…
When Winter Grows Quieter
There are days when you can sense the change, even though it is hard to measure. Winter is still here, but its grip is loosening. The light stays longer and takes on a warmer, softer tone. Frost still covers the frozen fjord in the morning, but by afternoon the ice begins to thaw in places. A quiet sign that something new is on its way…
The Patience of Winter
It is bitterly cold. The waterfall has fallen silent, frozen in mid-fall as though time itself had stopped. Blue ice hangs heavy between dark rocks. But beneath that stillness, water continues to move. This photograph is not really about winter. It is about waiting…
Barcode in Winter
Winter settles over Oslo, quietly slowing the city down. Along the waterfront, the Barcode buildings rise in clear lines of glass and stone. A long exposure smooths the water and removes the bustle, leaving architecture, light, and a rare sense of stillness…
In the Light of the Cold
It began on skis, in clear and bitterly cold air. Later, on frozen ground, I photographed mountains catching the first light of day while the valley remained in shadow. Everything seemed wonderfully still…
Grown in the Cold
It had been minus seventeen degrees Celsius for weeks. The cold had given ice crystals time to form extraordinary structures. On a short forest walk, I photographed their fragile shapes against a black background…
Frozen Lake
Winter has quieted the landscape. The lake lies frozen beneath a thin layer of ice, with a single branch and its reflection creating a simple, almost symmetrical image. Nothing moves. Nothing needs to…
A Quiet Beginning
Der Jahreswechsel liegt hinter uns. Die Tage waren dunkel, die Nächte noch lang, und für einen Moment schien alles stillzustehen. Auch ich habe mich zurückgezogen, habe dem Winter Raum gelassen. Ein stiller Winterschlaf, der nötig war, um wieder klar zu sehen. Dieses Bild entstand in einer Zeit des Wartens. Die Sonne steht noch tief, aber…