Høyanger, Norway

On a cold January morning at the Sognefjord, the fjord lies quietly under a pale, blue sky. The boats that are usually active are moored and quiet on the almost mirror-like water. There is a thin layer of ice that has begun to spread over the fjord's surface, glistening faintly in the weak winter light. The air is crisp and clear, and the cold wind carries with it the stillness that only winter can bring. Everything feels peaceful and timeless, as if nature is holding its breath in the quiet morning hours before the day comes to life.