© David Engmo
Explaining why I love Bodø, or what it is about Bodø that makes me fall in love again and again, is impossible. I've tried, but I simply can't put it into words. It has to be felt, and therefore I have tried to put these feelings into photographs. It's a personal project I'll work on until I can no longer press a camera shutter. The only motivation behind the project is my love for this place.
2 hours delayed, the car was finally packed and ready to hit the road.
Selfie in a gas station restroom. One of many along the way.
A traditional first checkpoint on our road trip is Brumunddal, visiting aunt and uncle.
A traditional first checkpoint on our road trip is Brumunddal, visiting aunt and uncle.
Dad through the Hartveit's aquarium.
Ninni. World's best host, and grandpa's little sister. Does not like to be photographed.
Brother and sister playing badminton.
Before we arrived, I challenged Mitchelle to take a swim in the cold water up north. I chickened out, she did not.
Dad photographing birds. A hobby he's had for many years. It's awesome how excited he gets when spotting a rare bird.
Brother's cod.
The sun is shining on my back, while the seaweed is dancing tango with the waves. I'm peeing to an extraordinary view, smiling.
A young fox playing with his prey, a shrew mouse.
We counted between 40 and 50 moose that night.
A spider and it's web in the boathouse.
Airsoft gun-shooting. One of Arne's hobbies.
Ninni prepares coffee for our trip back south.
Dad and Ninni hugging goodbye.
Mitchelle shows dad what she's been drawing while being on the road.
On our way home.