There are no cars on the islands, no cars at all. But there are boats... from tiny row-boats, to fishing boats, to sailboats, and even a couple of rescue boats. Many of the locals taking part in the rescue service, whenever they are called on duty
Walking from Christiansoe, to Frederiksoe, across the natural tiny harbor between the two islands, on an old swinging foot bridge, I turn around to look back at the largest of the islands
In the old days the only water on the islands came from rain. It was carefully kept and protected in a number of ponds around the island. Boats had to bring all other water to the island from more than an hour away
Behind the green doors only the locals of the islands are allowed, it protect their get-away from summer visitors and tourists. A place in the deep shadow of the store, where they can relax and catch up with each other, out of the eyes of the many day visitors
Outside the grocery shop on the small island there is an open, sheltered small square, with short grass and tall trees. It is where everybody meetup to talk about the day and drink beer at 5 o'clock in the afternoon
8. March, 2019 I wonder if a home is much more than a house and a place... Things like a relationship, a feeling, a time, a trail... and a story. A story we follow in all we do, both day and night.
Watercolor of No. 06 - Alder tree. Painting from a cold day in the forest that left ice crystals on the finished watercolor
Logbook 22. August 2018. Walking together is a unique way to connect with people that can be hard to reach in any other way