I can’t tell you how many times I’ve strolled along the harbor in Honninsvåg, and we haven’t even lived here a year yet. Growing up in Idaho, where the ocean was a distant thought, my experience with seaside communities were few and far between. Now I live in one and I’m intrigued by a lifestyle so far removed from world I knew in the famous potato state.
I admire the weathered fishermen who are as rugged as the seas they dare to sail. I like breathing in the salty-fishy air and watching the wind gusts breeze across the bay. And when I walk along the harbor, I take photos of things that most locals probably consider ordinary. Just like when my Norwegian husband travels to the United States and wants to take a picture of a 50’s diner in the middle-of-nowhere Eastern Oregon.
So here’s a glimpse of the Honningsvåg harbor from a land-lubber foreigner’s perspective.
One thing’s for certain, you can’t find one of these in Idaho.