Iceland presents a landscape in active conversation with itself. Water moves constantly here, falling from height, meeting black sand at the edge of the North Atlantic, dissolving into mist before it fully arrives. The light is unpredictable and generous in equal measure, shifting between steel grey and luminous gold within the same hour. These images were made at that edge where water and land negotiate their boundaries, in environments that feel simultaneously ancient and unfinished, as though the landscape has not yet decided what it will become.
