An afternoon in Gásadalur on the island Vágar. That day, heavy rain poured down before I approached the befogged village. Shortly afterwards, it cleared up at a single blow. Another half an hour later: a friendly dog roaming around, laundry on a clothes pole …
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Land Of Water And Magical Cloudscapes
18 volcanic islands, surrounded by water, in the middle of the North Atlantic, where the warm waters of the Gulf Stream meet the cold waters of the Arctic, bathtub of the brave. And more water, constantly, from above, from the front, from behind, water everywhere, gurgling in crevices, beneath grasslands …
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Blind Flight And The World’s State Of Mind
Blind flight. Puffins in a fog. A picture I took on the island of Mykines once. During the last few days, this image has been in the back of my mind, in some way representing the world’s state of mind. Places are not important at the moment. Everyone is affected. What’s next? No one knows …
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Lullaby For A Sheep
Baby blue skies and a pink-colored stripe, an invisible paint bucket is leaking, a sheep’s lullaby, that’s what I saw. The art of surrealism in my mind’s eye. Melting clocks, and so on, because the pink-colored stripe was about to dissolve and loose color drops, a delightful image. What I also saw was Kalsoy, the James-Bond-island henceforward …
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Having A Plan? Basic Rule: Weather First
Wind dancing on the water, our bay. A video I took recently. Weather cinema, front row. 50 seconds of Slow Movement. The Faroes: 18 islands in the middle of the North Atlantic. One archipelago, two basic rules. To begin with: Weather first. And, secondly: A sudden change in weather might take place at any time. Watch the wind’s moves …
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Northern Lights Above Our Village: A Trickle Of The Spell
It had been a run of bad weather. Violent storms hit our village and the islands, one after another, walls and minds shaking. After the last storm of that series, an all-embracing quiet spread. The ocean got calmer, wearing ice-blue again, instead of stormborn-black. The game of chill culminated in the events of last night …
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Wait And See: The Quiet Before The Next Storm
Sitting at my desk, looking out of the window, at the stream that has its source in the mountains and runs through the valley and our village. At present, it’s bursting its banks and floods meadows, while strong winds are building up, the next storm ahead, according to wind apps and weather forecasts …
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