Those who think of Hverir often see steam and sulphur - menacing fumes escaping from the earth. But if you bend your knees for a moment, you will see something else. Here, right at your feet, the earth draws lines. The mud dries, cracks, curls and forms patterns reminiscent of craquelé in old porcelain, of the wrinkles of time.
Each photo in this collage shows a different fragment of that process. Some are whimsical like an old river map, others have the calmness of a brush drawing. The colours range from soft grey to reddish brown to pitch black, depending on the minerals that lurk just below the surface. This is Iceland on a micro scale: volcanic, changeable and unexpectedly graphic.
Sometimes a crack in the ground says more than an eruption.
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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