People, place and ephemera in the Far North

Gabriel Dunsmith in Nætur: Dispatches from Iceland

Dec 6, 2018

Flight

On the tower wall, a spreading of wings: both the lighthouse and the bird look out to sea. There is a rising feeling as the body lifts up. To be…

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Gabriel Dunsmith in Nætur: Dispatches from Iceland

Nov 29, 2018

Impression

Two prints lead in opposite directions, like a root splitting, and collect bits of the world as it drifts by. The impact has been made. A…

Gabriel Dunsmith in Nætur: Dispatches from Iceland

Nov 12, 2018

Stepping Stones

Islands in a cold blue sea: sheets of water press against them like a thousand hands. Rocks catch salt-spray within their cracks…

Gabriel Dunsmith in Nætur: Dispatches from Iceland

Oct 24, 2018

The Tarn Amid the Rocks

The water pours forth as from a dream, one mystery into another. The cliff — scaled and haggard as a dragon’s hide —…

Gabriel Dunsmith in Nætur: Dispatches from Iceland

Oct 9, 2018

Genesis

How does life take hold? It is ineffable. Against the roughest backdrop, it clings on.

Gabriel Dunsmith in Nætur: Dispatches from Iceland

Oct 3, 2018

Abode

The grass is threadbare on this hilltop and the soil washed away, but the stones hold on all the same. Sunset casts its sparks over maroon rock. In…

Gabriel Dunsmith in Nætur: Dispatches from Iceland

Sep 23, 2018

The River’s Tale

In yon green dale, a river is whispering.

Gabriel Dunsmith in Nætur: Dispatches from Iceland

Sep 13, 2018

Hillside Lessons

The hillside is yawning. Its mouth is a doorway, a place through which people once passed. The shed is empty now. Thus we stare…

Gabriel Dunsmith in Nætur: Dispatches from Iceland

Sep 6, 2018

Tailfin

We are all carved from the earth, and we lean into each other at our hour of need. Sometimes life is smooth and other times it is scored. From…

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Gabriel Dunsmith in Nætur: Dispatches from Iceland

Sep 4, 2018

Dusk in the Far North

Empty streets and a sky aflame — cold rushes in like water. In each window are flashes of sunset. The racing clouds and simmering colors contrast with the silent, grey road. As shadows fall over the city, another life quickens and takes shape amid the grit.

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