A Thousand Words

When words fail and numbers crumble, all that remains is awe

I am a writer who takes pictures, not a photographer. But I knew from the very beginning of this undertaking of trying to understand my sense of place in these islands, that the journey would be taken in photographs as well as in words. As difficult as it may be for someone like me who lives in language to admit, there are simply times when even the most eloquent of words don’t quite measure up, when the urge to talk falls away and the only proper response is an awed silence.

This was one of those nights.

An auroral storm had unleashed itself from the sun a few days earlier sending