Every significant trip has one. A moment, a sight, a sound, a smell, a stranger’s face, that rises above the rest and quietly settles in for the long stay. That’s the mental image. That’s what this is about.
I’m a husband, father, reformed lawyer, and dog dad with a lifelong devotion to music, the outdoors, photography, and writing worth reading. I created this space to slow down and look closely at the places, people, animals, and ideas that deserve more than a scroll past.
On every trip I’ve taken, I try to find that one thing that crystallizes everything else — the image that outlasts the photographs. I hope to find some of those here, and share them with you.
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What I’m building toward is something slower: writing, photography, and thinking that holds up on a second read, and maybe a third. It won’t land for everyone. But if it earns a regular place in your week, that would mean a great deal. Feedback, good or otherwise, is always welcome.
The trip from Lillehammer to Dovrefjell cuts through a landscape that is daunting — frozen lakes and rivers, dark pine forests, farmhouses buried in snow to their windows and unforgiving windy peaks. That said, Kongsvoll, our entry point into Dovrefjell National Park, sits at the edge of a different world entirely. When I stepped out of the car and into the perfectly clear air at about 6F/-14C, the reality of what I had signed up for came into sharp focus.
