Daylight savings just ended. There is the general craziness of the time change (I am particularly taken by the way it affects animals and the way it exhausts me). And with the arrival of Winterzeit (Winter Time) there is a part of me that mentally plans a season away on a Brazilian beach or the Canary Islands.
Then there is this crazy thought train:
Call it the monastic me. I am totally fascinated by the far north, such as long Dostoevskian walks in Petersburg, Swedish winter cookery, fjords that see no light for weeks, Finnish forests, and at this particular moment: The Solitary House in Iceland.
These by photographer Gunnar Freyr are quirky and beautiful, but the truly quirky thing is that I could see myself living in one. For a while a least. Several long, hyperborean winter months. Severe cold and just a few hours of daylight, but a wood stove, a small kitchen, and a feather bed. Romantic and solitary at the same time. That is the draw of the North.
Gunnar Freyr on Instagram: @icelandic_explorer
