Remade
Iceland. Our home.
Some discover our peaceful nature. Others find it more challenging. It's these moments that define experience.
"I just fell in love with the place. It felt like it was home. It just felt right."Philadelphia Inquirer, 2003
One rock, shaped by heat and chemistry.
Krýsuvík · 20 Apr 2002 · 63°53′N 22°03′W
We pretend it's about finding beauty, while traveling in distant valleys. But we know the land can have different plans for some who walk it.
"I rented a car and took a trip out into the countryside. And I realized, 'this is an amazing place.'"The Intelligencer, 2007
"I thought, 'I bet I could do some interesting work here.'"Montgomery Newspapers, 2004
Looked for hot springs. Found a golf course.
Dalafell · 26 Sep 2002 · 64°01′N 21°12′W
Boiling mud, bursting steam. A sign of life.
Gunnuhver · 23 Sep 2002 · 63°49′N 22°41′W
Waves explode through tide-worn rock.
Reykjanestá · 23 Sep 2002 · 63°47′N 22°42′W
The lake fell. Boiling mud surfaced in its place.
Kleifarvatn · 23 Sep 2002 · 63°55′N 21°59′W
A speck of life on a desolate shore.
Kleifarvatn · 23 Sep 2002 · 63°55′N 22°00′W
At times, wind and weather are the enemy, and darkness hides in old places.
"I'll shoot in the rain, I'll shoot under gray skies. I adapt to the conditions."Montgomery Newspapers, 2004
"I learned not only to deal with it, but to use it to my advantage."Lögberg-Heimskringla, 2004
The day dies over the fjord.
Patreksfjörður · 24 Sep 2003 · 65°38′N 24°18′W
Strange light, at the edge of the storm.
Drápuhlíðarfjall · 22 Sep 2003 · 64°57′N 22°43′W
Cloud-cloaked peaks hide bright valleys.
Blönduhlíðarfjöll · 27 Sep 2003 · 65°34′N 19°07′W
Sun and storm, over a lonely road.
Kaldidalur · 27 Sep 2002 · 64°37′N 20°47′W
"The road suddenly straightened, and the lake appeared on the horizon. Almost perfectly timed, the storm halted, and a single beam of sunlight broke through the clouds and illuminated one of two islands in the lake."Lögberg-Heimskringla, 2004
Silver beams erupt from a slate sky.
Þingvallavatn · 24 Sep 2002 · 64°10′N 21°10′W
But light finds its way, and balance is restored.
A deep rift. The old parliament, empty.
Þingvellir · 24 Sep 2002 · 64°16′N 21°06′W
A trickle of light crosses lonely land.
Hafrafell · 21 Sep 2003 · 64°41′N 20°43′W
Clouds part to reveal the hidden peak.
Snæfellsjökull · 22 Sep 2003 · 64°47′N 23°43′W
Golden crags trickle down steep slopes.
Hafnarfjall · 21 Sep 2003 · 64°30′N 21°53′W
Some find comfort in the huge mountains that touch the sky and carry fields of ice into the sea.
Ice, breaking loose, on its way to the sea.
Jökulsárlón · 25 Sep 2004 · 64°04′N 16°14′W
These same roads lead to fire, places where the earth burns and creates new life on blackened land.
New ground, still cooling underfoot.
Leirhnjúkur · 28 Sep 2003 · 65°43′N 16°47′W
The rhythms found in ruts and roads are a strange comfort and carry the willing to places forever haunted.
Stone giants, offshore, caught mid-stride.
Reynisdrangar · 23 Sep 2003 · 63°24′N 19°02′W
And these places want to be remembered. Places we call our own. Like Iceland. Our home.