徠卡M MONOCHROM

Up on the mountain road leading the West Fjords the storm hits with all its might. The little house on the way was built as a shelter for travelers and if I get stuck, I know I can stay there until the weather gets better. The journey is fun with my new friend, who shows me the world in black and white and creates images, that I have never seen before.

It‘s early morning and the sun is shining on a farm by the south coast. An old man comes out of his machine workshop and asks me if I can find a spare part for one of his many old cars. I photograph him as he looks up, he cannot hear the camera capturing his image. I promise to let him know if I find it. But first I need to finish my winter round trip.

There are horses everywhere I look. I rarely see a human and although spring is near according to the calendar, winter prevails.

Two horses and an excavator nibble into the frozen ground in the east.

In the radio the weather man says that a blizzard will hit the north and to the north I go to experience the adventure. The mountain road winds like a black snake through the drifting snow and menacing clouds are on the horizon, but the light is beautiful.

Rays of sun burst through the clouds as sheep are being fed outside their shed. Soon the lambs will be born and hopefully the weather will be kinder to them.

Around the country shelters are made for the horses that pass the winter outside. This shelter is made of driftwood on a black beach.

A lonely seal waits rests by the river. He looks up when he sees me approaching but does not move, he knows he is safe from humans.

They had promised me a blizzard and they did not let me down. The roads are being closed one by one, but I decide to go further, knowing that there is still time to make it over the next mountain.

Few years ago I travelled this same road but in a very different circumstances. The volcano above us, Eyjafjallajökull, had erupted and horses like this one had to be rescued out of the ash cloud that engulfed the land below.