In the night they would get together around the fire, they told tales, lies and laughs, and sometimes some would cry. It was unknown if it was the alcohol that had caused it. Next morning the memory of the night was gone and the day was on repeat.

Blue eyes crying in the rain is a documentation of a close-knit hunting community of men in their late 60s and 70s in Aremark, Norway.



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