Deep in the Arctic Circle lies Iceland, a place where the waves are warmer than the air. The weather changes as much as the landscape does. You get all four seasons in a day. Sun, snow, rain, hail, wind—then a short calm.
Iceland’s existence is in a constant state of flux. Nothing is permanent: good or evil. Nine a.m. sunrise. So far I haven’t shot much film this trip until today. My mind’s been fixated on looking out the window and staring at the vast surroundings.
By Alex Guiry