The short Norwegian nights in May called me out around midnight. The equipment packed on a wagon, I moved from midnight to the hinterland of Stokkøya to catch the dawning rays of light with my camera.
With a glowing band, I traced the shore lines of the fresh water bogs that ran right beside the coast, while at sea, the cruise ships drove on the Hurtigroutes, and up in the air, the sounds of the european nightjars purred.
