Going with the Grain
There is silence as we eat. It’s the best meal I had in 2017
(and I review restaurants).
Yesterday was exactly a year to the day that my dad passed away. In all honesty, I wouldn't have known if I hadn't been told.
We knew powder snow wouldn’t be on the cards. It would be like asking for a vintage bottle of 1921 Dom Pérignon champagne in a Blackpool bingo hall.
Our expectations were never that unrealistic.
But the conditions were wonderful all the same. The snow had a sublime Goldilocks quality to it: not too firm; not too soft; but just right.
I have never learnt this much in such a short amount of time. Living on a remote island is very different than living on the mainland! We have no cars, only two tractors. I have learnt how to shoot with a rifle and to use safety precautions in regards to polar bears.
The changing attitudes toward sustainability in wider society have made it easier for people to understand the position Klattermusen has taken for over 40 years that sustainability holds much deeper values than just a solid construction.
We are trading 2 minutes of convenience today for the health of our planet. But the fact is, the planet will survive. This isn’t about the planet. Its about people.
Choosing what to feature is a constant challenge. I try to post new photographers where possible, and I’ll always post a less known location over one of the classics. I have two objectives with selection; helping people discover new locations and helping great photographers get the recognition they deserve.
I am unconcerned with distances, times and temperatures and swim for my creativity. For time and space away from distractions. I find the water gives me a great clarity of thought.
To our right, the bikes were half stacked, half abandoned, our shoes and helmets scattered around the wheels thrown off sweaty brows and swollen hot feet. To our left, the others milled about with hazy expressions on their tired, sunkissed faces and beers in hand.
Wild angry currents take souls every year and consequently this stretch of coast remains unloved and isolated. The length of the bay was strewn with debris from both our own tourism and fishing industries as well as foreign imports of bottles, bags and brick-a-brac from Europe and the Americas.