Brush the river and the old sawmill

The Børte River and the old sawmill
 Along the rushing course of the Børterelva River rests the old sawmill, built of gray, worn wood, shaped by time, weather and working hands. The river's forces once powered the wheels that sang in time with the rhythm of the forest, and although silence has now taken over, the place still carries the sound of history.
 The water cascades lively over the rocks, refracting the light in sparkling patterns, while the forest is reflected in the river's current. Roots, moss and mountain frames hold memories – of logs that floated, of work and toil, and of lives that unfolded closely to the will of nature.
 The building is a living witness, partly hidden behind green branches, but still standing proud, as if waiting for the saw blades to spin again. This is the place where nature and man have worked together – a meeting between stillness and movement, between history and the present.