Vestrahorn, Stokksnes, IcelandStokksnes is a strange place. The black sand runs flat for hundreds of metres and then Vestrahorn just appears, a wall of dark gabbro and pale scree with no preamble whatsoever. The mountain doesn't build. It simply starts. Heavy cloud was racing across when I made this, and the diffused light did exactly what I wanted. It held detail across those dark rock faces and picked out every streak of loose scree on the slopes. The foreground water went