Pictures I Didn’t Take

Bird

There are some things that I would like to show you about the Faroe Islands, but I can’t take a picture of them that really does them justice.

Storms when the wind blows the waterfalls up hill, rather than down.

A still, foggy summer night when everything is quiet and sounds are muffled, and the silence is interrupted by birds on the steep hillsides arguing over the best places to sleep for an hour or two.

Walking along a deserted road late at night, when people, animals, and birds all seem to be asleep, when a startled bird flies up from its nest beside the road.

Same road, same night, everything silent and muffled, and I pass a hay shed in the shadows beside the road and surprise a grazing pony, who neighs loudly in my ears – BWAAAH HAAAH HAAAH Haaah bwaaah haaah haaa….

When I open my window late at night to take a picture of the night sky or the mountains or the ships, the only sound I hear is the water on the other side of my fence swishing back and forth in the seaweed.

Have you ever had several dozen birds flying in the sky over your head, dipping, diving, swooping, and squawking, trying to scare you away from their nesting grounds?

Posted on Saturday, June 28th, 2008 at 10:42 pm; Category: General.
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