SNØLYS
WINTER STORIES FROM STRYN
As the first snow settles along the fjord, the rhythm of Stryn slows down. The mornings arrive in silence, broken only by the hum of tractors and the crunch of boots on frozen gravel. The air carries a sharpness that wakes the senses, and a kind of calm that only winter knows.
Gladhelsing frå fagre Stryn.