Sylt in November, when the beach belongs to the wind

October 28, 2026

The ferry was half empty and the beach cafés had pulled their chairs inside. What remains is the sound of the sea and long walks with nobody in sight.

Notes on Lofoten light

September 14, 2026

In late summer the sun drops behind the peaks and never quite leaves. A few thoughts on walking, waiting and cheap coffee in Reine.

Why I collect driftwood (and what I do with it)

August 2, 2026

Every piece has travelled further than I have. A short note on the small shelf in my kitchen.