In late November, the fjords of northern Norway are raw and governed by the elements. Snow blankets the peaks, clouds obscure the pale sunlight, and the cold air bites sharply. Yet beneath the dark cobalt waves pulses vibrant life.
I step from the boat into the freezing water, protected by a drysuit, hood, gloves, and a film of Vaseline shielding my face. My fingers grasp a Nikon camera with a wide 24mm lens, de- signed to draw me close – into the heart of the unfolding action. Cold vanishes from my mind the instant I’m beneath the surface, replaced by acute focus and anticipation… Click here to read the full article!