Slowlight Archive

Northern Towns

2018–201910 photographs

Small places a long way up the map, mostly in winter, mostly on foot. I was interested in towns that seem to have been put down wherever the weather allowed it: a church, a harbour, a shop that sells both bread and rope.

I never learned much of any of the languages. People were kind about it.

The church at the edge of town, the morning after the first real snow.
01 The church at the edge of town, the morning after the first real snow.
Lakeside village in January. The ferry had stopped running for the season.
02 Lakeside village in January. The ferry had stopped running for the season.
A side street after the ploughs had gone through.
03 A side street after the ploughs had gone through.
Turf roof, one window. Nobody answered the door.
04 Turf roof, one window. Nobody answered the door.
A river through the middle of town, running too fast to freeze.
05 A river through the middle of town, running too fast to freeze.
Cloud sitting on the hill above the last farm.
06 Cloud sitting on the hill above the last farm.
Boathouses along the shore, each a slightly different colour of tired.
07 Boathouses along the shore, each a slightly different colour of tired.
The road out. It rained about a minute later.
08 The road out. It rained about a minute later.
A fishing village at the blue hour, from the hill behind the harbour.
09 A fishing village at the blue hour, from the hill behind the harbour.
Evening light on the houses above the bay.
10 Evening light on the houses above the bay.