Alien scapes

Coming back into Norway, the landscape is so alien, so different from the colorful sights of Uganda. It’s as if everything here has been crystallized and fossilized, colors drained and removed; trees point solemnly northwards, sentries in silver garb, and a cold sun rises in the east, blanketing the horizon in pale amber. It’s austere and forbidding, like the darker side of a fairy-tale, and equally beautiful.