Finally stockfish in front of my lens! At the end of January, the season of stockfish fishing was just beginning and I was lucky that the first racks around the sports field in Hennigsvær were hung with fresh cod. Despite the intense smell of fish, I couldn’t help but lie under the racks and try good compositions from the racks with thousands of fish loaves.
Hennigsvær, the fishing village on the Vestfjord. A football field surrounded by stockfish racks and two elongated islands with the fishing harbor in the middle. Today, many of the former storehouses and workshops have been converted into hotels and holiday apartments, but small fishing boats still lie in front of them on the quay. Typical for Norway are wooden houses, untypical for Norway painted in white or bright colors and not red or yellow like most Rorbuer. If you go to the southern end of the harbor basin, you have a view of the mountain range north of Hennigsvær, which makes this view so typical. Often you can see threatening photos from this direction on the internet and I promptly heard the hum of a drone above me on the first evening. What luck that I was still here in the off-season, how crowded this little place may be in February or March, the air filled with photo drones! read more and write a comment …
A small bay, meadow grass down to the shore and a small creek that is searching its way down to the Nordic Sea — this is how I found this landscape. I quickly realized that I had to get to the small waterfall somehow, to put it in the foreground of the motif was my goal. With photo backpack and tripod I slowly made my way through the high grass, it was hard to see through the snow whether I would take my next step on solid ground or already in the creek. When I arrived above the waterfall, I had to find a stable stand for the tripod — in the end it had one leg in the creek!read more and write a comment …
After saying goodbye to the course participants and our two instructors Trym Ivar Bergsmo and Hans Strand, I planned to go further east to the Vestfjord for another two days — the small harbour town Hennigsvær was to be my destination. But I still had a lot of time and only 2 hours drive ahead of me. So I didn’t drive through the Nappstraumen tunnel, but stayed on the west side of the Nappstraumen. The Nappstraumen separates the two Lofoten islands Flakstadøya in the west and Vestvågøy in the east from each other and is a quite wide sea stream, so that a bridge there would have been too long. If you search for this stream on the Internet, you will find that there is an excellent fishing area between the North Sea and the Vestfjord.
Again and again I passed stockfish racks that stood on the fjord shore. But none was covered with stockfish so early in the year — the season was just beginning. A little further north I came to this destroyed rack. Again and again I had seen destroyed racks at the roadside, but never so decoratively with the mountains on the other side of the Nappstraumen.
What attracted me at the same time was the fact that the two standing parts here roughly depicted the mountain peaks in the background.
Here it should be our farewell of the course participants from each other. Another short trip to the Norwegian sea coast, once again a few rocks on the beach in the surf and together we set up the tripods around the rocks. We stood in small groups on the beach and talked about how we could bring a little tension into the motif here. The surf was only weak, but at least the waves kept washing around the rocks.
I found it charming that the waves met on the land side and ran off through the small channel between the rocks. Somehow it was necessary to capture this dynamic in the picture. With the slightly longer exposure time I probably succeeded quite well.
The last day of classes on the Lofoten Islands. We wanted to make an excursion to one of the beaches together, but for once we wanted to leave much later. So I suddenly had 1 hour time before we had breakfast together and remembered the bridges of Fredvang, which were only 10 minutes away by car — and there was still blue hour. Typical for the Lofoten and luckily, this light atmosphere lasts for more than 1 hour in January.
In the evening, in the snow drift, on the coast north of the Arctic Circle. From the north the next snow front approaches. Between the snow showers, one can briefly suspect a settlement on the other side of the fjord. Only by a longer exposure the black coastline covered with snow appears at all.
I love this atmosphere, as it shows so much how winter evenings can look like on the Lofoten Islands. Simply impressive. I feel the atmosphere firmly in my memories.