Lobster

It is not yet 7 A.M. and still dark when fisherman Terje Bernhardsen arrives at the deserted docks on his curious-looking three-wheel moped. His tiny trailer is full of half-rotten fish, and after a few minutes the cold winter air smells like a bustling fishing port in the tropics. The smell awakens the seagulls, which raise a commotion—a cacophony that is bound to wake up anyone still asleep in the surrounding Norwegian fishing village of Ula.