May 21: Utö – foggy morning

The next morning, on our last full day there, started out foggy again, and the sun revealed itself gradually.

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Earth Mound still intact before the workshop in a scene almost identical to the previous day's.

Nearby, the bulldozer had been making a gravelly Zen garden.

On the way to the village: a couple of secret paths.

Still not too shabby a sitting spot, just more surreal than before.

A bit of a Tanguyan unworld, like before.

The view from the village bench.

The view of the village bench.

The church half-cloaked in the fog.

An inexplicable cairn near the start of the south road.

The sun just emerging. I don't remember what or how big that rectangular object in the middle is.

Enjoying the freshly completed compound bench at the helipad.

Dew-bedraggled dandelions, already done blooming by then. Covered in those vivid orange-and-black beetles!

The first distressing of the village bench.

The culprit (maybe), observing with impunity.

The ocean view between James and Brian, while we were all sitting around the edge of an empty turret.

High-contrast village view.

A sufficiency of dandelions.

From the cemetery (with one of its new benches): the fog lifted off just enough to spy the lighthouse.

The view from the south shore, with a bench nestled into the rock terrace to look out on it, and with the fog mostly burnt away.