Time off, taking a ride, around the block, which, considering the local conditions, means: no block, but driving from our place along the waters called Funningsfjørður, going past the village Funningur and taking the old mountain road to Gjógv and Eiði, and then back to our place again. Observing, driving, strolling and a confession …
Read MoreHow To Adorn Your Video Footage With Salt Water Spots
The kind of picture taking that leaves damp and dirt on your camera lens, pics and video footage efficiently adorned with sea spray and tenacious salt water drops, an occurrence that starts with brilliant image sharpness and ends in shaky fuzziness. How it's done? Like that: Being onboard a Faroese fishing boat …
Read MoreVillage In A Wooden Frame and The Experience Of Pitch-Dark
There is a place out there, on Eysturoy, that keeps reminding me of one night in particular, each time I pass by. Wooden field gate close to a striking mountain road, picturesquely framing the small village of Funningur, home fishing waters and rugged shoreline of the next island Kalsoy within sight. Right here, that night, I reentered the world of light …
Read MoreVisiting Malan Jógvansdóttir, Probably In Gjógv's Oldest House
Arriving at Gjógv, picture-book village in the northeast of Eysturoy, named after and famous for its 200-meter seawater-fed gorge. Sweeping, that gorge. But irrelevant at the present moment. Today, we go for a hidden treasure. A private home. Jógvansstova, said to be Gjógv’s oldest house …
Read MoreVideo: Gjógv. Famous gorge seen from village, cliff and sea
Scene of event: The outermost north-eastern tip of Eysturoy, about 30 inhabitants. The picturesque village of Gjógv, named after a sweeping 200-meter (656ft) gorge. Gjógv, the other way around: Very few people get a glimpse of the place seen from the ocean. This is where my video comes in …
Read MoreBeing shipwrecked: Reflection, rescue and reward
One rope, two vessels and a comforting sound. Chug-chug. A marine engine, lively doing its job. Our engine – the exact opposite. Stubbornly silent. Out of order. As quiet as a mouse. The bad news: We are shipwrecked. Disabled and adrift. Powerless. For hours. The good news: Our ship, the M/B Irdi, just has been taken in tow, by the Susanna …
Read MoreSitting in paintings: My marvelous camping chair
Following the slogan „Always have coffee at breathtaking places“, I bought a camping chair last year, originally for a trip through the Icelandic highlands. Afterwards, I showed him around his new home – Faroe Islands. One doesn’t need a camping chair to discover the archipelago. But I drive around with my fully foldable chair in my car trunk, anyway …
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