Hory

For me, this series means capturing one of those extraordinary moments outside of ordinary space-time, when the landscape breaks between two worlds. It was the second day that snow had begun to fall in the mountains inland, but it had not yet covered everything. The black lava landscape was only partially white, and the contrast was fascinating. The transition to winter was happening right before my eyes. This moment between two worlds is something that always attracts me. In the case of the first snow, it is a moment that only appears for a few days, and I was lucky enough to be right there. Visually, the landscape has changed into something extraordinary even in the Icelandic context. No grey-orange of autumn lichens, no pure white of the winter months. The world in between. The contrast of black and white, the light that filtered through the torn clouds, and the rawness of the lava landscape under the snow, all created the impression of some surreal painting or animated movie that you suddenly find yourself in. I felt like I was in an ink painting – fine lines, contrasts, shadows. Everything around seemed unusual and fleeting. And it was everywhere, this series is just part of the beauty. Part of the story of this series was how I got to the place that day. It wasn't easy at all. The terrain was difficult, the roads were already freshly snowed with drifts and in some places impassable even with my four-wheeler. It was the last chance to get there, because in the evening when I left, the park managers were already closing the area and only special snowmobiles could enter. So it was a unique opportunity to capture a moment that really only lasts maybe a day until a complete blanket of white covers the landscape.