The cottage 'spoke' to me. It was surrounded by the most magnificent stacks. They were so mossy and covered with thick overgrowth. It was fascinating to imagine how the sea did not manage to smooth the stacks with all its power.

The colors were fluorescent as if lit from within. I set up my tripod and walked around a bit to see which angle would give me the best shot of the cottage resting upon the stacks for company.

I still wonder who occupied the tiny house and what brought them to build it in this solitary haven.