Nætur: Dispatches from Iceland

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…

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

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

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

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…

In yon green dale, a river is whispering.

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

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…

Empty streets and a sky aflame — cold rushes in like water. In each window are flashes of sunset. The racing clouds and simmering colors…