The perfect mountain
September 7, 2019
The pictures I take in the mountains are often surprisingly
boring. Or they come from just plain bad picture taking. They shouldn’t be, really, because of the slow pace
of hiking, the lovely landscapes and a 1300 euro camera on my back. No
reason why I shouldn’t come home packed with gorgeous mountain
scenes. But as it turns out, even when I think it’s not, or it shouldn’t be: taking
good pictures is difficult, no matter how slow, lovely or expensive. The camera
(the Fuji) is a thing though, after all this time I still feel I have no real authority over it, it’s too unpredictable what comes out of it. I find it easier to rely on the Nikon, but it’s too much of a weight to carry all the way up.
And there’s this weird little thing about mountains: I often think: why should I bother taking a picture of this mountain, because it’s never going to be as good as the best mountain picture I have ever taken. Not a constructive thought, I know. So I take the picture anyway. But I’m right. It’s never as good as this.
Pictures taken in or around Mehamn, Lofoten, Senja and Lyngsalpan. All Norway, all Fuji.
And there’s this weird little thing about mountains: I often think: why should I bother taking a picture of this mountain, because it’s never going to be as good as the best mountain picture I have ever taken. Not a constructive thought, I know. So I take the picture anyway. But I’m right. It’s never as good as this.
Pictures taken in or around Mehamn, Lofoten, Senja and Lyngsalpan. All Norway, all Fuji.
