Iceland is rough. She is clear and rough, looking on with her dark eye, no eyelid. One eye only. Used to being unique, of zero happenings. Made to reflect that sky and that stained mountain almost beast. Looking attentive without a pause. The day descends, and the eye rests eternal. The sky is cloudy and thick. We take one first step.
We walk as she watches us, and we move on always forward until we change direction. The road is curved, we wander in fluid thoughts. Three days have gone by. We are flown through by the rough ground and by the cloudy sky.
Photography & Words by Daniel Cavalcanti & Helena Macruz
Edited by Marion Garnier