The capital is wrapped up in a parka, smokes a cigarette a minute, and only smiles when asked. I ask. At night it’s whale-bone white on black rock, a gleaming adventure. People are open books beyond the first chapters.

When I charge the glades adjacent to the towns, I’m the blue toy Opel rental car at the bottom of the aquarium, moving parallel to a perimeter less important than the ocean, hooved animals, and gods.

We are allowed to behave like no one is watching, forgetting the way things were amidst the way they’ll be. I am thinking of the idea that no one said you can’t have a European breakfast every day of your life.

Ghosts. Allergies. Miserable cheeseburgers. Retirement at age 40, at least mentally. Jim Reeves is on the radio telling me “I’m so glad you’re here”, and I think of my grandfather.

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This work was made in Iceland over several trips from 2014-2019. The work offers a chance for midlife reflection both personally and in my photography practice. It is in entirety, an exploration about the dynamic ability of nature and humankind to adapt and find comfort under extreme physical or emotional conditions.

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