In the heart of the north, where Iceland shows itself raw and unshrouded, lies Hverfjall - a giant crater rising from the earth like a hushed breath. In winter, the landscape turns into a graphic play of lines and planes: the jet-black volcanic sand is traversed by flakes of snow, like brushstrokes of nature itself.
Here there is no rush. No sound. Only the depth of the crater, the distance of snow-covered land, and the realisation that you are walking on the edge of a fire-breathing memory. Hverfjall's perfect circular shape, created from a violent eruption thousands of years ago, seems almost unnatural - a symbol of how order and chaos go hand in hand in Iceland.
From the crater rim, you look out over the hushed world of Mývatn, where plumes of steam in the distance recall the fire under the ice. A landscape at peace, but always in motion.
Hverfjall (Hverfjall/Hverfell - winter crater near Mývatn)
My name is Gerry van Roosmalen, photographer and author with a passion for images and stories that touch. After years in the corporate world, I followed my heart and chose photography in 2002. I completed the Fotovakschool in Apeldoorn, specialising in portrait and reportage photography.
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