09/27/2026
Time seems to have stood still on Mykines, a small island in the middle of the Atlantic.
Between green meadows and old turf-roofed houses, 12–14 people, a few dogs and countless puffins call this place home. To the west, there’s nothing but the open Atlantic, where the sun disappears beyond the horizon each evening. Ripple by ripple..
When the sea is angry and waves crash against the shore, the village can only be reached by helicopter. And when the storm is mighty enough, Mykines can be completely cut off from the outside world. Sometimes, I secretly wish I could isolate myself here during one of those storms. Instead, I brought a 100-year-old driftwood table from Mykines home with me, crafted by a local artisan. Now, whenever I want to shut the world out, I brew a coffee, flip through my book and let my mind wander back to this tiny island.
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“Ein Sommer am Rande des Atlantiks” - Wild Atlantic.
Bildband erhältlich ab dem 1. Oktober.