In the Aurlansfjorden lies a boat, it lies there in the still water, with

Aurlandsfjord in November
 In the middle of the mighty Aurlandsfjord, a boat lies quietly at anchor. The water is mirror-like, broken only by a thin layer of ice that warns of the grip of winter. The steep mountains rise like guardians around the fjord, and in the low rays of the sun the boat finds warmth against its hull. A quiet November day where time and space seem to stand still – a meeting between man-made traces and the infinite tranquility of nature.