Fishing is one of Norway’s largest industries, it’s only natural that we encountered a number of tiny fishing villages. Featured here is the very unique village of Hamnoy, located in the Lofoten Islands. It seems strange to refer to fishing as an “industry,” but it is an enterprise that keeps these people going. They make the best of what they have and what they have a lot of is access to the sea! It was a bright, beautiful day and I was thrilled to capture this close up view of the village with the wispy sky in the background. “Nordic Harbour” is an invitation to another world rich with tradition and pride in a hearty heritage.
In Norway there is no shortage of beautiful scenery. One can sometimes get caught up in the big picture of mountains and fjords. And although these sights are quite picturesque, I chose to look closer at what Norway had to offer. Looking deep into the crevasse of a mountain, I found the simplest of things; a group of rocks that were shoulder to shoulder. These rocks went against the grain as they were smooth and free of blemishes, which is the very thing that made them stand out. To me they made a statement, one that said some of life’s real treasures require us to stop and truly take a closer look.
This village is simply one of the prettiest in Norway. These massive, jagged peaks tower over the fishing village protecting the many inland-fishing lanes from the North Sea. This isn’t the easiest place to reach in Norway, but then if everyone had access to it, this village would lose its unspoiled charm. It’s fantastic the way the local people embrace their heritage and enjoy their simple livelihood of fishing, crafts and dancing the Reinlender.
About 250 miles north of the Arctic Circle (and a four-hour boat ride from anywhere), lies an island chain off the coast of Norway that must be seen to be believed.
Views are dramatic and villages are quiet. Mountainous terrain serves as the often startling backdrop in a land where fishing is the industry of survival.
The last day we were to be in this area, we got up at 5 a.m., hoping to avail ourselves of the particularly interesting light of the early morning. By the time we discovered the fishing village of Hamnoy - about an hour later - the sun’s rays were just peeking through the low clouds.
Fickle as it was, the sun cooperated just long enough for us to get several shots. Oranges, golds, reds - all revealed themselves brilliantly, dramatically, shining in stark contract against the jagged mountains towering in the background, dark and ominous.