I spent three months in Iceland. I contemplated the passage from winter to summer. I saw the transformation of a sleepy and silent nature.
I stoped to fear the temporal space. I waited in order to discover the secrets of a place. Intimidated by the strength of the areas, I felt guilty to be here. I didn't want to influence this world. At the end of a long day of contemplation I knew that it would be difficult to fall asleep. How to turn to the dream when you just left it?

Special thanks to Halldór and Hafdís from Leyningur.