Amrum

It’s been a week since we first entered the island called Amrum and four days since we’re back in Berlin. We drove up North  to photograph the wedding of Aline and Philipp in a village called Nebel which means fog.

I guess it got that name for a reason, but the days we spent on Amrum were blessed with the warmest and brightest sun you can imagine and a nice light breeze of wind. When I think of Amrum the first things that come to my mind are the scents of wild roses, pines and hot sand and the sounds of uncommon seabirds I have never heard before.

I love that ultimate feeling of summer.