The Faroe Islands are a raw and primal landscape.  Yet incredibly sculpted.

Left to the whims of geological forces and time, the Faroe Islands rise out of the water, dividing the North Atlantic Ocean from the Norwegian Sea – an archipelago of molded basalt fjords and bluffs topped by idyllic villages that are guarded by rogue, agoraphobic sheep.

My time there was spent racing from one vista and town to another, as my allotted week on the islands was far too short for any photographer to begin to grasp the nuances of the rugged landscape as it danced with the northern summer light.  Without hesitation (save the difficulties of the monopolistic airline failing miserably to maintain its vestigial schedule), I would love to return with adventure in my heart and clarity in my eyes.

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