At Nuuksi, the feeling of walking for hours and seeing no human or human trace felt surreal. Just the seemingly same trees and snow. We lost track of space. We ate by a fire with some strangers in a small iceland in a lake connected by a bridge. It seemed so obvious, but as well so primitive, that of the communal gathering around a fire to eat, that it felt familiar, atavistic and unpretentious.
Around us the water from the lake was completely frozen. We decided to cross the lake through the ice. Step by step, feet and mind recognised that water could be as solid as stone. The unease settled as we advanced through the lake. But the most bizarre feeling was the doubt that emerged as we got close to the invisible shore. Not knowing if we had reached the land, or if we were still above water.
Photography & Words by Laura Piqué
Edited by Laura Beneyto