BLOGS

In everyday life, most days are shaped around a clock. Time is marked by what comes next, and often by the simple shift between day and night. Here, that reference point becomes less clear. During parts of the season, the light does not disappear. Day and night begin to blend into each other, and it is not always obvious where one ends and the other begins. Over time, the habit of checking the time becomes less important. At the same time, there is a clear structure in place.

Before you arrive, you already know who will meet you. A message comes through with a name and a photo, and usually one comes back in return. It’s a small exchange, but it means that when you step into the airport, there is no hesitation. You recognize each other immediately. From there, the journey continues without much to think about. There is a bit of time in town, and later, the boat takes you further out. The distance builds gradually. What felt like a destination at fi

The first time I came to Saqqaq was at the end of a long journey along the coast. We had traveled more than 900 kilometers, visiting different settlements along the way. When we arrived, something felt different. There was a certain rhythm to the place. The landscape opened towards Disko Bay, with icebergs moving through the water, and the village itself felt both calm and well kept. People were open and welcoming, and there was a sense that life here was still closely connec