the photographer

If I move, after i get old and such, I would like to move there. Well, not excactly there, but close by. From a set I called Strandir og Norðurland vestra, a title that probably only makes sense to people my age and older who grew up, in Iceland, listening to the only radio channel that existed until we were about ten, and older. It refers to the north–west part of the country, as presented […]