“Perhaps the most impressive and surprising of the whole journey by the Oslo-Bergen railway is encountered in the tunnel near Myrdal, when through openings in the tunnel wall you can look many hundred feet down into the Flåm valley, a gigantic rift between grey-green-white mountains massifs. Through this narrow and wild valley runs the 13-mile Flåm line, from Myrdal down to Flåm…”
Flåm in Norway is one of those wonderful places that remains forever etched in my memory – even though it’s almost 30 years since I travelled there. It’s an idyllic village situated on the spectacular Aurlandsfjord – a tributary of Norway’s longest fjord, the Sognefjord (204 km).
My trip to Flåm was part of a three-day round-trip from Oslo to Bergen return; and was only a small moment in a three-month adventure in Europe. I was only 19-years-old and had never experienced such incredible scenery as I did on this journey.
“Vivid Sydney is a unique annual event of light, music and ideas, featuring many of the world’s most important creative industry forums, a mesmerising free public exhibition of outdoor lighting sculptures and installations, a cutting-edge contemporary music program and the spectacular illumination of Sydney’s iconic architecture including the sails of Sydney Opera House.”
Often when I travel I have this habit of finding myself in the right place at the right time for major events and anniversaries. Last year, I was in San Francisco for the America’s Cup yacht race. In 2011, I was in New York for the 10th anniversary of 9/11 and in Chile during the student protests (potentially the wrong place at the wrong time). In that same year, I had two days to explore Vancouver and I happened upon the film set of my favourite TV show, Supernatural (which I later found out is not that easy to find). Over the years, I’ve found myself in Munich during Oktoberfest, New Orleans for the Decadence Festival, Sweden during Midsummer festivities, and Broome for the Stairway to the Moon.
So I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised to find myself in Sydney for the final weekend of Vivid – a festival of light, music and ideas. This was a weekend that I’d planned for my Mum, so perhaps I should take credit for taking her to Sydney at the perfect time… but I really can’t. It was pure luck.
I’ve been absent from my blog for a couple of weeks due to a busy work period and a trip to Sydney, which, as luck would have it, was at the same time as Vivid Sydney – a festival of lights, music and ideas. I will blog about this next week, when I have a bit more time, but for now, here is one photograph I took. I was on a ferry (trying to keep my camera steady) and I had a really slow shutter speed in the low-light… but, somehow, I still managed to capture a unique version of the quintessential Sydney. There’s the bridge, the Opera House, and a traditional ferry chugging across the harbour. Technically, it’s not the most brilliant photo when it comes to sharpness and grain, but I love it…