It's winter in New England. We lived in the woods at the end of a long and rutted dirt road. My father bought an old Willys jeep with 4-wheel drive. Our mittened hands would brush away the snow from the wheels, so that he could turn the center caps that engaged the 4-wheel drive, the beginning of an adventure to everywhere.
The Willys was cold inside. The only heat was up in the front seat where my parents sat. My brother and I were bundled in the back wearing our snow suits. I don't remember seat belts.
I could see my breath. There was frost on the windows. With one finger, I could gently scratch a small clear patch, a window just the size of my eye through which I could watch the world go by.
At the edge of the Arctic circle, there are only 4 hours of daylight in January.
It's now January in Iceland. My husband and his best friend are sitting in the front seat. It's snowing outside, the last faint glow of the Arctic sun’s four hours of daylight is fading. We are on our way to see the latest Star Wars. I am sitting in the back seat while they talk in Icelandic. It's cold in the car. To my right, in the frost on the window, there's a small smudge the size of a thumbprint, that's just the size of my eye…I reach for my phone, and take 3,000 photos.
About the photographs
The photos were shot in and around Reykjavik, Iceland in January 2016 as the daylight faded. All of the digital images were shot with the HTC Desire Eye. The images have not been manipulated.