March 11th, 2010
Iceland by Gunnar Konradsson
Tags/ Posted by Chris Al-AswadI was a spoke worked loose from a bicycle, a speed limit sign, the girl who sat on the park’s swing and wrapped its chain ropes taut with each turn, waiting to let go, waiting to spin.continue reading this poem
With the solemnity of the accompanying music by Steindór Andersen, photographer Nunni Konn shows us his native Iceland in stark, breathless panoramas. We see the small figures of climbers trekking the mountains, goats passing in a snow flurry, the pristine beauty of a waterfall . . .
