
The man of the house making coffee in a stolen apron. One must keep the white shirt white.

I had a great dinner the other day with some photographer friends. Bringing five professional photographers together with a bunch of wine and beer makes for an interesting evening.







Sometimes I lose rolls of film. I lost one of Malte’s rolls and discovered it two years later at the back of my light-tight darkroom drawer. This roll was above the butter in my fridge, sitting in an unassuming film canister. It is from October 2012, first near Húsafell, and then in Seyðisfjörður.







It’s good to get out. It’s good that it’s spring. It’s good that no one is calling asking for things. It’s good to drive with no destination or intention. The rocks and steam are good, the wind and the lake.







A few more from the last roll…my last photos with Neopan 1600. Now it has been discontinued…a digital casualty.


This is an astoundingly good photo. I rarely reblog things, but this is worth it. I wish I could have seen that in person.
Grotto in an iceberg, photographed during the British Antarctic Expedition of 1911-1913, 5 Jan 1911 by National Library NZ on The Commons on Flickr.

































