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Nothing Much Happening
Photography has been quiet of late. An exhibition in the smallest gallery imaginable, together with printing for that show and another exhibition for colleagues at the photoclub, have taken both my energy and my time. I managed a short packraft trip and photographed a diver — called lom here — but I’m not sure which species it is (either in English or in Norwegian). Can you identify it? The other photos were taken on my doorstep or just outside it. By the way, I’ve also added some more pictures to the Cormorant tree collection.
Grimsdalen — a beautiful detour
Thanks to Jorun, a colleague from the photo club, who introduced me to what is described as the most beautiful mountain farm landscape in Norway. The fog, with occasional shafts of sunlight breaking through, made it a truly epic photographic experience before the long drive home.
Across the Valley and Into Rondane
It’s a short commute between the two national parks — Jotunheimen and Rondane. I’ve been to Rondane before, but this time I had the chance to explore a different corner: a walk along the Ula and across from Lake Furusjøen to Raphamn. The route threaded through some of the most beautiful scenery I’ve encountered; low clouds and drifting fog drew me forward and deeper. These are the moments I keep returning for — not the broad panoramas alone, but the quieter edges where atmosphere and light do the work.
Back in Jotunheimen
This time the autumn colours had arrived and framed the scenes beautifully. I went out both early and late to capture the massive mountains during the golden hours. The explorations took a toll on my body — I had never expected photography to be this demanding — yet I thoroughly enjoyed the expeditions, finding new places and pushing further into the mountains than I ever had before. Each time I wanted to go just over the next summit or around the next bend to see what lay beyond — maybe next time.
The first location took me up to a area around an old moutain dairy farm.
In the evening I went into Gjende to capture the sun setting over the beautiful Gjendevannet.
The next morning I ventured out into the darkness to reach a vantage point from which I could capture Kalvhøeggen in the soft light of sunrise; I also managed a shot looking down towards the sun rising over the Sjoa Valley and the Leirung Valley with Surtningssue (2 368 m) in the bacground.
Later that day I went down to Russa to look for autumn colours framing the river, but the water caught my attention.
The evening spent on Valdresflye after a trip to Beitostølen. The colours near Lake Vinstre were magnificent.
On my way to Rondane I drove towards Glitterheim to explore the area. Idle photo opportunities and a couple of reindeer posed for the photographer, almost like models.
The Cormorant Tree
Every morning, when I can, I enjoy my coffee outside with a view of the lake and its surroundings. I first photographed this particular tree in early August, and while processing the image I noticed birds perched in the branches over the water. I later identified them as a type of cormorant. Since then I’ve seen that this is a regular hangout for the cormorants. I’ve come to call it the Cormorant Tree and have photographed it in various conditions, always with the birds present.
Returning to Lemonsjøen
A week spent in a beautiful cabin at Lemonsjøen, with a view towards Heidalsmuen — the highest mountain in Heidal at 1,745 metres. Other nearby peaks include Ruten, 1,517 metres, between Espedalen and Gudbrandsdalen; Besshøe, 2,258 metres, with the small lake Øvre Leirungen in the foreground; and the Kalvehøgde ridge, around 2,208 metres, bordering Leirungstjønnin. I enjoy photographing mountains that stretch upwards and sometimes seem to touch the sky — majestic subjects.
Morning Mist and Natures Quiet Battle
This morning, on 1 August, I enjoyed my coffee in the silence, broken only by the now‑usual calls of the loons out on the lake. Dawn arrived with mist drifting over the water until the sun finally broke through and scattered it. I witnessed one of nature’s small dramas today: a skirmish between what I believe was a red‑breasted merganser and a crayfish. I don’t know who emerged victorious—perhaps neither did. The scene felt honest and elemental, a reminder of life in nature.
