2016 - Ongoing Project
It was -7 ° C that morning. Also inside the car, where I slept.
I had driven north, from Copenhagen, by E45, for almost 2 days. From something that reminded me of an ordinary landscape, along side the Danish highways, with fields and cities, the landscape up here, completely changed character. Alternately, large open spaces, to pine threes, as far as the eye can see.
Where humans, many other places have nature under control, it works here, as if it is nature that controls, and the man who adapts.
Before I turn on the gas and put the kettle on for coffee, I take a few steps away from the car and walks over to the frozen lake.
I take a deep breath and smell the country. Here are no disturbing or unpleasant odors. Just fresh air. And complete silence.
In fact, it’s so quiet, that I'm looking for sounds. Something must provide sounds, I think. But, what would it be? There is no living creature here, beyond me. At least not in near, and not of the size, that provides a sound, loud enough to a human ear can hear it. Ever since the inland ice retreated, there have been people out here. But it is no more than about 300 years ago, they first settled as permanent residents.
Across the frozen lake, that I stayed at, runs snowmobile trails crisscross. A clear sign, that I’m not all alone.
It is these people, living in the swedish Lapland, I'm caught up to meet.