The island I live on is called Magerøya. Directly translated, it means “skinny island” and if you visit, you’ll understand why. Not much grows here. But what we lack in the area of lush vegetation, we make up for in stones, rocks, pebbles and more rocks. After living here almost two years, I’ve become quite smitten with all these beautiful stones. Here are some of the many rock photos I’ve taken over this past summer and autumn.