Liefdefjorden deserves a whole chapter on its own. This was the most touching experience of my trip, and possibly one of the most touching moments I ever experienced - never have I been so deeply moved by the sheer beauty of a place, never would I even have dreamed of seeing places like this. I apologize for the "monotony" of this chapter, but it mirrors the trance-like feeling we all have shared when navigating into the fjord, towards Monacobreen, and back out of the fjord - a few hours of stillness, only interrupted by some birds' flights, the luminosity, the beauty and dream-like silence. A sense of peace, and a strange sense of vertigo. Just looking at the pictures still moves me. I love the place, and that moment. Never will one experience that again. That light… I hope to be able to offer a pale reflection of the pure beauty this moment was.
That light…
When entering Woodfjorden, we are greeted by a flock of bearded seals.
A black guillemot.
Reinsdyrflya on the left,
Bråvallafjella on the right: we enter Liefdefjorden.
The water is a mirror, only birds move here,
…lots of them.
And the boat glides silently in this beautiful scenery.
Light.
Light.
Light.
Light.
Light.
Light.
Light.
Light. I can't get enough of it…
Light.
The birds give some sense of scale.
Notice the birds.
The birds!
Light.
Light! A perfect mirror image…
Light.
Light.
Light. Birds.
The birds!
Ice.
A Northern Fulmar…
…taking…
…off.
Mirror.
Light.
Slowly we near the immense Monacobreen at the end of Liefdefjorden, named after Prince
Albert I of Monaco, who financed several arctic expeditions.
Ice.
Ice.
Monacobreen.
Monacobreen.
Monacobreen.
Monacobreen. Blue and red ice.
The birds! The birds help getting a sense of scale…
Blue.
Blue.
The light!
Blue.
The light!
Light!
Light.
Blue.
Ice.
Light.
Oh dear, the light! This light!
Ice.
Texas Bar on the northern coast of Liefdefjorden, built by the Norwegian hunter Hilmar Nøis.
Blue and purple.
Red.
Light.
This light…
Light.
Light.
Light.
Light…
…this light…
…