In the Tracks of the Willow Grouse


It is a silent morning in february, the snow has been falling all night long and have turned the norwegian mountains into a fairytale landscape. Slowly the sun is rising behind the white mountains...
A new day with new possibilities is born.

The fresh snow invites me to go out skiing, and with the camera on my shoulders I disappear into the great white mountains. The silence is everywhere , no sound, no movement... the only thing I see is the tracks from a willow grouse and with them I start my journey into the white infinity...


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