Eyes passing by

Sometimes it seems to me, when looking in the eyes of people passing by, they are starring into fires that has long stopped burning

The old woman under the roof

I never really got to know a lot about her, the old lady living up there under the roof in the small hut. Just saw her talking to herself, or maybe it was to the island, as she crawled out of the small door, and down the stairs. Every morning she would go swimming and often collect things along the way

Hiding a powerstation

On the Ertholmene islands every modern thing like power is hidden or integrated into existing structures. This is the look of the building housing both the power station, toilet and bathing facilities for both campside and sailors - even the people in the small huts use the facilities here

Granite huts and rocks

On Ertholmene the tiny granite huts and shacks are in some places build together with the rocks, in ways where the rocks often continues somehow inside the architecture

The school Ertholmene

I used to know the old school teacher on the islands and often came by to drink coffee and talk about all things from the islands to watercolors and philosophy and on top of the school lived the most famous artists on the islands... Mogens and Dominique

Self Sustaining on Ertholmene

Life on the small, poor isolated islands was tough in the old days and being self-sustaining as much as possible was important - growing vegetables became a tradition the locals still master

The mill house – Ertholmene

For a long time the birders lived in a small hut, but then they took over the Mill house ( Møllehuset) situated on top of the island Christiansø, with perfect views to the migrating birds - I remember being invited in...

Smokehouses on Frederiksoe

I sit down in the grass with a warm, freshly smoked herring. Not often this happen... The small old white chimnies are easy to spot from a distance. They were build to smoke herring and other fish and even today, from time to time, the locals celebrate the old times, smoking fish and drinking beer on Ertholmene islands

King's garden on Ertholmene

I sit down at one of the benches - Everything is tiny on Ertholmene - Even the "forest" of trees sheltering the small opening in between the walls, where the locals sometimes meet to celebrate and picnic a five minute walk far away from the fishing village

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