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The following photographs were taken over a series of walks around the grounds of a fishing lodge in Iceland. The lodge is situated in the countryside to the north of Reykjavík, about three hours drive away. Taken about a month after the winter solstice with a full moon, the light is all twisted around from what would be a normal winter landscape in any other location not so near the arctic circle.

Study 1.0

Is it boring to see the same photograph (more or less) over and over again? I once read about a school in Germany where the students are required to photograph the same subject for an entire year. Whether this method is similar to Bernard and Hilla Becher’s studies, or if it came from The German School of Photographers, I’m not sure, but this always fascinated me as a concept. I felt that the purpose of this was to slow your work down and make sure that you are considering all versions of the same subject before deciding what to present to the world. But what happens when all versions of the subject become as interesting as the a single version? Is there a holy concept that forces the artist to present one single photograph? What if the light is as much the subject as the landscape?

Terminator

A terminator or twilight zone is a moving line that divides the daylit side and the dark night side of a planetary body. The terminator is defined as the locus of points on a planet or moon where the line through the center of its parent star is tangent. An observer on the terminator of such an orbiting body with an atmosphere would experience twilight due to light scattering by particles in the gaseous layer.

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Summer of Green (Zine, 2023)

Where are you being thrown out?

Where is the last

memory

of

you

being

discarded?

I was asked this by a man on an island; someone from the past. It rang true as everyone is being consumed by the digital black hole that is memory. We lose more to it by the passing day. We gleefully send information into it at an alarming pace.

Think of where the last memory of you will end. Entropy? Singularity? So where are your memories being lost? They are being thrown out by something at this very second. A brain somewhere is losing the memory of your first whatever it is and it will never come back. Post it to wherever, it will disappear at some point. Only tangible things last into the future long enough to change the way the memory of you survives.

If you don't produce a single tangible thing, the memory of you dies with the last person to think of you. You end.

Twenty Twenty-One, You were Fun.

I’ve made a Zine to look back on this year and the good times had in Iceland.

It’s called, Twenty Twenty-One, You Were Fun. It doesn’t come close to showing everything that we did in the last year, but it does represent another year well spent.

In taking a look back at the year, I wanted to highlight the, well, highlights.

Moments that can’t be described, they have to be seen.

The times when the everyday is especially beautiful.

And of course, the things that make life a whole lot of fun.

See it here: Twenty Twenty-One, You Were Fun.