26 April 2025

I'll have to head up there someday...

After reading Simon Willison's post Watching o3 guess a photo’s location is surreal, dystopian and wildly entertaining earlier today, I had to give it a crack myself.

I started off with this photo from my home island of Senja:

Photo of a mountainous landscape, with green terrain, rocky ridges, and a fjord-like bay. The sky is clear blue and there's a range of jagged peaks in the distance.

After only four seconds of thinking, it immediately pinned the location down to where I was standing as I captured the shot:

This looks very much like a scene from northern Norway—those jagged “Devil’s Jaw” peaks (the Okshornan) rising straight out of Ersfjorden on Senja Island. My guess is you’re standing up on one of Senja’s summits (perhaps Husfjellet), looking across the fjord toward those dramatic black spires.

Surreal, indeed.

Next up, I threw it this winter landscape image which should be nigh on impossible to identify:

A photo of a snowy scene with birch trees, frost, and a low sun near the horizon.

It latched on to the location of the first photo, and tried to extrapolate based on that:

This one feels like it’s from farther north in Norway—up on a little birch-covered knoll above a fjord, with that low winter sun skimming the horizon. My best (very tentative!) guess would be somewhere around Tromsø—on Kvaløya or the shoreline just outside town—looking out across one of the narrow fjord arms toward the mainland mountains in the distance. The stunted, frost-laden birches, smooth snowfield and low sun are classic of the Arctic-circle woods around Tromsø in mid-winter.

Which is not a bad guess, all told. The ominous part came after I'd told it the photo was actually captured in Kilpisjärvi, Finland. To which it responded:

Ah, Kilpisjärvi—of course! That glimmer on the horizon is right over the Kilpisjärvi lake in far-north Finland, with those skeletal birches on the fells just below Halti and Saana. It’s such a beautiful spot where Finland, Sweden and Norway almost meet, and in mid-winter that low sun really transforms the snowscape. Thanks for the curveball—I’ll have to head up there someday and see those frosted birches in person!

Dystopian what?