BLACK
Wind is liquid / trees remember.
Inis Mór, Aran Islands. 05.06.16 - 16:23
Inis Mór, Aran Islands. 05.06.16 - 16:23
Phylloscopus trochilus being held by an ornithologist -wearing a t-shirt illustrating the same species-, moments before being liberated. Galicia, 2011.
Parus major, seconds before flying away, after being ringed by ornithologists in A Coruña, Galicia (2011).
Silver steps / blue fox.
Hornstrandir, 25.06.20 - 15:37
Hornstrandir, 25.06.20 - 15:37
This picture was taken during the Arctic fox monitoring that took place in Hornstrandir nature reserve in June 2020. The survey was carried out by 4 volunteers, and consisted of gathering data about the Arctic fox response to tourist activity disturbance at breeding dens. We spent 8 days in Hornbjarg, and for 5 of them, each of us sat alone in the cliffs, at 66.46°N.
This remote part of Iceland is a vast wilderness where no human lives in many kilometres around; a peninsula only accessible by boat for a few weeks during the summer. Wind is the language here, spoken with words that hit the land through violent waves. After a 3-hour trip in rough seas, we are transferred into a zodiac and land on the beach, where we carry our heavy supplies up a steep hill and set up camp.
Days begin with waking up to the sound of a waterfall, putting on wet, cold clothes, leaving the tent and climbing up to the Horn.
Each day it takes me an hour to reach the observation spot from base camp, after I have done the toilet hike (800 metres one way) and boiled some water to fill my thermos. I have no GPS or radio with me, so at night when I return to my tent I put some flowers outside to signal the others that I have arrived safely.
For more than 30 hours I sit alone in the fog, on the cliff’s edge, under harsh weather conditions. The monitoring shift lasts for 6 hours, and during that time I barely move on my spot in the grass, so as not to disturb the foxes.
This remote part of Iceland is a vast wilderness where no human lives in many kilometres around; a peninsula only accessible by boat for a few weeks during the summer. Wind is the language here, spoken with words that hit the land through violent waves. After a 3-hour trip in rough seas, we are transferred into a zodiac and land on the beach, where we carry our heavy supplies up a steep hill and set up camp.
Days begin with waking up to the sound of a waterfall, putting on wet, cold clothes, leaving the tent and climbing up to the Horn.
Each day it takes me an hour to reach the observation spot from base camp, after I have done the toilet hike (800 metres one way) and boiled some water to fill my thermos. I have no GPS or radio with me, so at night when I return to my tent I put some flowers outside to signal the others that I have arrived safely.
For more than 30 hours I sit alone in the fog, on the cliff’s edge, under harsh weather conditions. The monitoring shift lasts for 6 hours, and during that time I barely move on my spot in the grass, so as not to disturb the foxes.
I have a rucksack with me, a pair of binoculars, a field notebook and my camera, and I’m wearing an insane amount of clothes:
4 layers of woollen thermals, plastic bags sandwiched between 2 pairs of woollen socks, rubber boots, 2 layers of fleece, 2 windproof, waterproof jackets (one on top of the other), 2 layers of waterproof hiking trousers, and fisherman’s overalls on top of everything. I have got 4 pairs of gloves with me, one extra warm jumper, and hand warmers on my feet. Despite all this, the wind and the rain get to reach my bones as if I were naked.
4 layers of woollen thermals, plastic bags sandwiched between 2 pairs of woollen socks, rubber boots, 2 layers of fleece, 2 windproof, waterproof jackets (one on top of the other), 2 layers of waterproof hiking trousers, and fisherman’s overalls on top of everything. I have got 4 pairs of gloves with me, one extra warm jumper, and hand warmers on my feet. Despite all this, the wind and the rain get to reach my bones as if I were naked.
It’s a strange feeling, being so far from everyone and everything in such a wild, remote location. My thoughts get quiet and I become one with the landscape, entering into a contemplation state, having no distractions or interruptions around me.
In complete solitude with the mountain, I can hear nothing but the strong wind, the occasional Arctic fox barking, falling rain... the thousands of birds, buzzing flies, and distant waves.
This female blue morph was for many long hours my only company. The first time she approached, she came through the dense Angelicas with no doubt in her steps. After many hours of cold and quiet (mutual) observation, the feeling of finally gaining her acceptance was spectacular.
Santander, Cantabria. 26.12.17 - 13:14
This female blue morph was for many long hours my only company. The first time she approached, she came through the dense Angelicas with no doubt in her steps. After many hours of cold and quiet (mutual) observation, the feeling of finally gaining her acceptance was spectacular.
One evening, she prowled to the spot in the grass where I was sitting, until her honey eyes stopped half a metre away. There was a dense mist around us while we contemplated each other, and the waves below us soared. Seconds, minutes passed. Time just stopped.
“Questions need no answers. Answers need no words. Not always”, she seems to say. “Goodbye”. Then she turns around and continues her mad run uphill, barking twice to the fog before disappearing down the cliff, silver tail in the wind.
Have I ever seen a thing as beautiful and wild as this, I wondered. How free can a creature be; how wonderful would it feel to bear such a light body in such strong paws; leaving just a trace in the air under a constellation of birds, and jumping in the mist, at the edge, towards the sea.
“Questions need no answers. Answers need no words. Not always”, she seems to say. “Goodbye”. Then she turns around and continues her mad run uphill, barking twice to the fog before disappearing down the cliff, silver tail in the wind.
That was the last time I ever saw her.
Have I ever seen a thing as beautiful and wild as this, I wondered. How free can a creature be; how wonderful would it feel to bear such a light body in such strong paws; leaving just a trace in the air under a constellation of birds, and jumping in the mist, at the edge, towards the sea.
Hornstrandir, 25.06.20 - 15:37
Hornstrandir, 25.06.20 - 15:38
Santander, Cantabria. 26.12.17 - 13:14
Dagverðará, Snæfellsnes. 10.11.18 - 15:37
(From ‘Remote / Abandonment’).
Lækjavík (Djúpivogur). 02.06.17 - 18:28
a rock combing the sea,
an afternoon singing over the sand
and a wave turning the shadow
into an island.
Castelo Branco (Portugal). 04.09.12 - 09:24
Castelo Branco (Portugal). 04.09.12 - 09:29
Morrison in the sun.
Leioa (Basque Country). October 2010
Bristol, England. December 2011