I was born and raised on an island. Being from an island is an integral part of my identity. If you’re from an island you know what I mean. As much as I love my island, or sometimes,  as much as I love to hate it, I love to leave it. I love catching the ferry and leaving it behind in the crashing, foaming, waves. With my eyes only on the mainland horizon I ‘m heading to. But my escape from the island is usually short-lived, as I always find myself standing on the shores of other islands, somewhere else. I guess it’s sort of like a fish out of water, naturally drawn to that deep-blue, all-encompassing, life source.

Here are some glimpses of island life…