Despite the fact that it had been as near to a perfect day as is possible on Lofoten, I was the only one to setup a tent at Utakleiv this evening. By late summer, burnable wood can be somewhat scarce to come by, all the best driftwood having been previously scoured from the beaches over the preceding months. But despite this, I managed to collect together an unseemly assortment of half moist logs and boards from the rocks at Utakleiv.
Even in late summer the nights are so short that a fire isn’t really necessary, but to me it’s more of a tradition while camping than anything else. Although sitting alone by a fire still feels a bit lonely, there was no one else around to share it with. And so I sat, on one of the few calm evenings of summer 2012, myself and my fire at Utakleiv while the sun sank below the horizon.
Nikon 24+70mm f-2.8