October through February. The light is shorter. The weather is the story. Why winter is the most cinematic time to come.
Winter in the Faroes is not a season. It is an instrument: pressure systems sweep through every thirty-six hours, and the islands rearrange themselves between fronts.
Fog rolled across Kalsoy for three straight days. We waited at the lighthouse with cold coffee and a long lens.
Grass roofs. Black tar walls. Light measured by the season, not the clock. A quiet circuit of six villages.
Bring less than you think. Stand longer than you think. The islands reward patience more than equipment.