A lone boat floats quietly on Bondhusvatnet near Odda, Norway. The water was so still it felt almost untouched, fed by the ice-cold meltwater of the Bondhus Glacier. There was something about the empty boat that kept drawing my attention. I hiked through this area several times over the course of a few days, and every time I returned, the boat was still there. It made me wonder who had last sat in it, where they had gone.
A lone boat floats quietly on Bondhusvatnet near Odda, Norway. The water was so still it felt almost untouched, fed by the ice-cold meltwater of the Bondhus Glacier. There was something about the empty boat that kept drawing my attention. I hiked through this area several times over the course of a few days, and every time I returned, the boat was still there. It made me wonder who had last sat in it, where they had gone.
