Behind the Images

When the clouds would cover the sun, an eerie darkness would come over the forest. Then, the sun would peek through and a magical light would spill across the sea of green. You would first feel like you were in a horror movie, then suddenly – as the sun peaked through, a fairy tale.

When I first drove into the grove, I couldn’t believe the colors and contrasts around me. It was, without a doubt, the most magical place I’d ever seen. The bright white bark of the Aspens against the rich yellow and orange tones was so familiar, but still completely enchanting.

I didn’t come with any expectations. I wasn’t there for the aurora. I know how elusive it can be, and if that’s your only reason to be there, and you have limited time, then you’re just going to get heartbroken.

Getting lost is a given, and it can take you hours to find your way back to the place you once were – but that’s exactly what I was hoping for. To wander and get lost in the streets.

As I came through Glencoe that night, the sky opened, for the first time since I had been in the country. The stars were beautiful, and stood out even among the bright moonlight.

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I arrived at Schiphol airport late the night before. I hopped on the tram and rode to Prinsengracht (my street) to walk to my hotel. Sleep came fast and it wasn’t long before I was dreaming on the images I hoped to make the next day.

I almost turned back, as it was almost too late to get a shot. But, I thought about how I might feel about that decision later on, and pushed myself to keep going.

The weather was bleak, but that was to be expected, for this area is known for it’s saddened overcast skies. As I exited to begin eyeing my composition, the wind whipped harshly, and the cold came leaking through my many clothes layers, straight into my bones.

I was walking through the fishing village of Hamnøy, when the mountains beyond the Rorbu fishing cabins starting fading into white. A snowstorm was blowing in and the wind was picking up. I stayed and made a few more frames with the distinct red fishing cabins against the misty white approaching snow shower.