Postcard from Lapland
16 August 2010 // Miscellany //Nick's Pics
from Nick Small. A super-volcano under the house, hotel rooms in tall trees, exploring for gold and fishing: well it certainly hasn’t been dull in the Boreal Forest this year. Kent Lindvall runs Fishing North , whilst his wife Britta has her homely, 1930/50 styled guest house in Harads, Swedish Lapland. When the forest behind [...]
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The Thing about Water. Words & picture by Nick Small. Looking at a scene like this, the thinker, the artist, the photographer, the writer in me is consumed by reflection: reflection of light, of big sky, of the beauty we are privileged to indulge ourselves in and, thanks to the tranquillity the scene evokes, reflection [...]
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Chuffed. Words and picture by Nick Small. Back in 2002, we had our first adventure in the subarctic wilderness of Northern Sweden. Taking the hire car we travelled just out of Arvidsjaur (a town fans of Northern Exposure would recognise it as a sort of Swedish Cicely) and followed a rough forest track along the [...]
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A Moment. Words and picture by Nick Small. A fifteen year old girl, wrenched from the boy she loves to some remote and forsaken land, finds a moment. Here the mobile phone lies indolent and the threads of the worldwide web have yet to form. But the bristling anger and resentment subsides, and the dearth [...]
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Kvarn. Words & picture by Nick Small. “Although the waters of Järvträsk are ultimately bound for the Baltic to the East, they take a perverse route westwards to meet the Skelleftea River. The lake decants itself via a narrow channel through an extensive swamp, where Great Northern Divers call ludicrously, and leggy elk wade amongst [...]
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5 February 2010 // Nick's Pics
Järvträsk Sunset. Words & picture by Nick Small. In Swedish Lapland, the summer sun doesn’t so much set, as kiss and flirt languorously with the western skyline for a few hours, before finally going down. Järvträsk translates as Wolverine Marsh, though I’ve yet to clap eyes on the beast itself, as they are yet another [...]
Caught by the River