Anchored in Sassenfjorden

Svalbard, Norway

Two tall ships rest beneath a sky heavy with cloud and mystery, their masts slicing into the Arctic hush. The Meanderholds the foreground, its Dutch flag catching the breeze, while the red Noorderlicht lingers near the shore like a memory in motion. Behind them, the mountains rise in silent folds—ancient, glacial, indifferent. It’s a moment between storms, between centuries, where past and present float together on cold northern water.