Kirsten is not even looking at her work. She is looking out towards the sea, her profile strong and hawk-like. She is Mamma’s age, but her skin has the weathered aspect of a man’s. It makes her look older and timeless, all at once. This farm life seems to suit her, and when Maren tastes the beer it’s good: free of the bitter aftertaste Pappa’s brews always had.
