The photos in this post are from previous posts on this blog. I have taken them on my runs, walks, drives through my "paradise", my safe haven, the place I always return to when I need comfort, peace, when I am happy, when I'm sad. I know this area like the back of my hand and I would like to say that it knows me. It is so peaceful and beautiful, so scarcely populated with only a few of the many hundred islands in the archipelago populated. I grew up here. Wherever I am in the world, when I go home or talk of home this is the area that I mean.
On Friday afternoon a helicopter crashed in to the little island you can see in the photos with the utility poles. Not any helicopter. It was the shuttle taking workers to and from the oil installations in the North Sea. So many people on these islands make their living in the oil and gas industry and use these helicopters regularly. Everyday tens of helicopter fly above these islands and we don't really think about it. 13 people lost their lives on this little island on friday afternoon. And the images of the fire and the destroyed wreckage are surreal.
We are shattered.
I have no more words and end this post with Robert Frosts words instead. Somehow this came up in my mind:
We may as well go patiently on with our life, and look elsewhere than to stars and moon and sun for the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane.