The ocean swells with towering waves that crash against the crags and exposed rock of the western isles as gales lash these Neolithic island shores. Small fish are blown with the spray-laden air onto the northern landscape.
Through the fathomless unrest of Atlantic squall, lost and confused, whales call to one another as they emerge in the shallow waters.
The majestic form of an immense aquatic mammal has turned to stone amid the becalmed beauty of an ice-cold wilderness that follows the charge of storm. There is no sound, yet in our heart we hear the faint and distant chorus of deep ancestral song.