In our village, close to the old school (1887-inscription, waterside, its green corrugated iron roof being visible in the picture’s right upper corner), after I stopped following the muddy, rambling footpath and came to climb downwards that day, weathered rocks beneath my hands, boots and feet …
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The Little Red House And The Inner Peaceful Space
A little red house on Sandoy. In fact it was more like a shed when I stumbled upon it by pure chance one fine day. Planks, a door, a gable, tar paper and red and white paint at first glance. It was that that I saw, surrounded by a picturesque landscape, close to the sea. And yet it was so much more than that. An embodied inner peaceful space revealed itself …
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Tunnel. Portal And Exit And The Part In Between
Snapshot in time. Faroe Islands, in the extreme North, Viðoy, close to Viðareiði, before you enter the village. A car that held the road well that day, purring engine, humming from the driver’s seat probably, with the radio on, some afternoon program, a cutting out, radio news, and, simultaneously, a different countdown that was just about to start …
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The Old Sailor And The Sea
“Seafaring, my love”, said the old sailor, holding on to his badly worn, hand-knitted, navy blue pom-pom hat. Peacefully we stood next to one another, in a little harbor on Eysturoy, dressed in woolen pullovers and rubber boots. Rising wind all round us, on a windswept day, calendar sheets indicating the inevitable end of another summer …
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Elduvík, Drop Me A Line
We sat on a bench. Everything seemed to be childishly simple that day. Slow movement. Talking to the old houses of our village, in secret languages, and in confidence. Reciting nursery rhymes, accompanied by tiny little songbirds. Elduvík, poetically put …
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Wimmelpicture In The Faroese Style
A scene created to astonish the world, picture-perfect and typically Faroese. The small village of Tjørnuvík in the extreme North of the island Streymoy. Remote houses surrounded by high, verdurous mountains, meadows and a sandy beach. A spot popular among local divers and surfers (the few being around from time to time), shadowy quite often …
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Kvívík: Lost In Contemplation
In the village of Kvívík, one of the oldest settlements of the Faroes, visiting friends on Streymoy, the island’s west coast. Before I parked my car, I – as always – slowly followed the main village road, kind of orbiting around the church while I admired the view and the changing sight lines, feeling vindicated …
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