Ole Henrik Skjelstad
Roots of the Mountains
To be out with the camera often feels like being swept away by a wave of moments - a quick succession of nows which in a sense swallow me up so that linear time ceases to exist. Some of these strings of moments are strongly carved into my memory, and this evening in Romsdalen is one of those where light and colors took on a fairy tale quality. A huge thanks to my friend Greg Benz for pushing the release button when I ran over to that cliff. A blend of three exposures for dynamic range.
Roots of the Mountains
To be out with the camera often feels like being swept away by a wave of moments - a quick succession of nows which in a sense swallow me up so that linear time ceases to exist. Some of these strings of moments are strongly carved into my memory, and this evening in Romsdalen is one of those where light and colors took on a fairy tale quality. A huge thanks to my friend Greg Benz for pushing the release button when I ran over to that cliff. A blend of three exposures for dynamic range.