The art book of paintings by Heðin Kambsdal arrived today, and soon it will be in the bookstores. I have a few copies, so call or email me if you want to buy one.
Here are some pictures of a nice day in Fuglafjørður.
It has taken two years and three months, but it is finally happening. The book of paintings by Heðin Kambsdal will be in the bookstores in the Faroe Islands early next week. From the hundreds of oil paintings he had made during the past thirty years, he selected about 120 that he wanted to consider for the book. During the fall of 2005, I drove around the Faroe Islands, taking photos of about 100 of his paintings, all of them privately owned by individuals or businesses. In the process, I met many wonderful Faroese people, drank many cups of tea or coffee, ate cookies, sandwiches, dried lamb, and even some Christmas almond rice pudding with cream and cherries.
We selected sixty three paintings for the book, and these were photographed in a studio in Tórshavn in July a year ago. This meant that we picked up sixty three paintings from homes and businesses all over the Faroes and delivered them to the studio in Tórshavn, and two days later we returned them to their owners. For the past year Heðin has been working with the printers to get the most accurate colors for the book, which is a very delicate and time-consuming job. At last, the book is done, and should be back in the Faroe Islands next Monday – assuming airplanes fly and ferries sail and trucks can drive. I am excited that I can be here for this event.
We will be having three book signing events in early December:
Guess what I will be buying my family for Christmas this year?
This is for Alex, and all the other boys who like machinery and heavy equipment. When Alex (my niece’s son) received a truck with a crane on it for his third birthday, he was delighted – grinning from ear to ear.
Walking around Fuglafjørður the past few weeks, I started noticing that cranes are just about everywhere, so I started taking pictures of them. (There is also one from Tórshavn and one from Gøta.) I don’t think there are as many cranes in the town where I live in California. Of course, here my house looks out on the ship docks, where there are lots of cranes for loading and unloading ships, so it isn’t too surprising that there are more cranes here.
There are some weeks when the weather is mostly grey, and this was one of them, so you get to see pictures of cranes, instead of scenery.
Í dag, I drove bil míni til Havnar at vitja my cousin Ninna. She speaks a little English, og eg tala føroyskt eitt sindur. Eg gloymdi my dictionaries, and my ensk-fðroysk orðabók og my Faroese-English dictionary, were left behind in Fuglafjørður. I started studying Faroese when I was 59. Ninna byrjir at læra seg enskum tá ið hon var 60, but she doesn’t have much chance to speak English. We spoke eitt sindur føroysk and a little English, all mixed up saman.
When Ninna was a child, omma mín og abbi mín lived with her family, and hon tosaði um my grandparents. She remembers when the road was completed, and the first car drove into Fuglafjørður in about 1925. Omma exclaimed, “Jesus have mercy on us.”
After having my little house battered endlessly by howling wind, rain, snow, sleet, and more wind, I awoke this morning to the sounds of birds chirping in my garden. Here, with my deepest respect, are pictures of nameless birds, who don’t let hurricane winds discourage them at all. There is a family of ducks who live all year on some rocks on the edge of the bay near my garden. Yesterday during the worst of the storm, they placidly rode up and down on the waves, diving for fish whenever I got my camera out.
Days are getting shorter, dusk arrives mid-afternoon. Within the next week or two, the sun will stop shining on my house at all, and it will be hidden behind the mountains. This may be the last picture of the morning sun from my bedroom window, since I will be back in California when it comes over the mountainside in January.
Yesterday I finished reading my most recent library book, Tom Sawyer in Faroese. So far, I am only reading children’s books that I am already familiar with, but my reading skills are slowly improving. Sometimes I can read several pages without using the dictionary. This afternoon I went to the library and got a copy of Around the World in 80 Days, also in Faroese.
Today I also bravely drove my car in the snow. The San Francisco bay area doesn’t have snow, so it takes me a while to get up my courage to drive in the snow. However, to drive in the snow, I first have to walk up the street to my car in the snow, so I waited until this afternoon, after some of the snow had melted, and I didn’t slip or fall once.
Schools are closed in Fuglafjørður today because of the storm, and most of the busses have stopped running. There have been gusts of wind up to 125 miles per hour in Kambsdal, the town just a mile or so up the road. I think I will stay home today.
This morning I have been sitting here at my dining table watching the wind. The storm has mainly been blowing across the bay and into my dining room windows. I can watch the wind whip up a wall of water and blow it across the bay. The photos would be more effective if I could let your hear the sound it makes when it hits my house. When I take pictures of the wind, my main goal is to get the window closed before the storm hits my house. Sometimes I can stand in the open basement door to watch a storm, but today it was blowing right into the open door, so I didn’t stay there too long.
It is snowing today, but I can’t say that the snow is falling – rather, it is blowing horizontally. Most of the time it is blowing from north to south, though on occasion it blows the opposite direction, just for variety.
For several mornings in a row I took a picture of the bay from my windows. In the early morning light, the bay waters reflect the mountains, the sky, and the clouds. This morning, the weather changed every few minutes, and we had rain, sun, hail, snow, and rainbows. Here sre some photos of Fuglafjørður mornings.