We where surrounded by water on the island. Endless rolls of waves washing up on the shore. On land fields and rocks. As it has all since the Island rose from the earth, and as when boats with people first came to it. In my memory landscape took shape as patterned fragments. As another landscape that someone had left when coming to this island could have done in their memories. What I bring of a place when leaving it are fragmented pictures transformed into a part of me and I can tell about it in another way.