Regn and Rorbuer

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We knew we were surrounded by granite giants lurking just out of sight. their glass shard peaks remaining capped by rain and fog, disappearing into the whiteness above the cold Norwegian Sea. 

 

There are fewer places we have travelled where rain seems to feel as home as than the Lofoten Islands. From the moment we disembarked off our ferry onto this Arctic archipelago, our entire world was engulfed by an aqueous veil of blues and greys. The sea to the water-laden clouds float only a few hundred metres apart and more often than not, those clouds would swing low and swallow everything up. This is a photo essay from the first part of our Nordland journey, the part where we knew little more about these islands than rain, rorbuer and wet hiking boots. 

 

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