Tank heaven

Harlan has made a photographic meal of some water tanks, so he has had to tolerate friends pointing tanks out to him ever since. But the tanks that used to hold herring oil at Djupavik did give him a veritable playground with his camera.

You can go inside two of the tanks now.

One of the tanks has wonderful acoustics, fun for whistling and singing. There's an occasional concert in it, even. Eva, the innkeeper, taught her son to skate in the other one when the water in it would freeze solid in winter.

Harlan spent some hours in the tanks with his film camera; these are just my snapshots for a flavor of the atmosphere: ethereal, mysterious...

Out again: