The moments we spent in Norway have been unusually cold and wet so far. After a fantastic trip to Iceland, the splendour of this wonderful country under such circumstances seems like faded away. Yet, here and there, gems are to be found. Like this little lake, still covered by its white winter coat, teared into pieces by some imaginary summertime temperatures. Weather outside is by the way pretty cool for a summer day. A cold wind is blowing on this winter looking landscape and fog over the mountains is getting thicker and thicker. I do not have much time to capture the shy movements of the white winter remnants over the everlasting dark waters of the lake; neither have I time to immortalise the movement of this grey cotton-wooled layer caressing the summits. In a few minutes, no more black, no more white. Everything will be greyed out in a dense and wet summer fog.
© 2012 Julien Fumard