July, 2019. Iceland, dusk. In the summer, twilight lasts a long time. The sun never never fully disappears. It flirts with the horizon. Skirting, touching, and dipping beneath it, briefly. Then it pops right back up again. I made these images at 11:30 at night. My family was asleep. I was not. I crossed the road,Continue reading “Out Shooting Horses”