The villages of the Faroe Islands.
Eighteen islands. A few dozen settlements. Each is a different conversation between basalt, ocean and weather.
Where a waterfall falls clean off the island into the Atlantic.
A turf-roofed chapel above a lagoon that empties twice a day.
A village named for the gorge the sea carved into its harbour.
A black-sand bay at the end of the road, facing the Giant and the Witch.
Turf roofs arranged before the islands’ finest window.
One of the world’s smallest capitals, with one of its oldest parliaments.
Nine hundred years of Faroese history in one shoreline hamlet.
The island that shelters the capital and hosts a million night birds.
The islands’ tallest waterfall, stacked in two roadside tiers.
Where Faroese history is said to have stepped ashore.
The fishing capital, moored between two fjords.