Waiting for a ferry to take me across from the small fishing village, to distant islands. Spending the waiting time sketching seagulls
...around four o'clock in the morning I heard, what sounded like someone or something moving my backpack, in a second I was all awake...
Tiny and with the long tail after them I often see them when out walking. Sometimes, when fighting each other they can come very close - all to busy to even notice me
First I didn't know what the sound was... it was deep and sometimes more like a roar. Maybe it is the wind, I thought
Remembering days on the tiny Ertholmene islands in the Baltic sea, looking at eider ducks, the largest kind of duck in the Northern Hemisphere.