Iceland. March. Barren. Tired snow after an endless winter. Then unexpectedly a fresh fall.
Bleached and sharp and clear over the dampened layer before.
And below - ice, deep translucent blue where the light can penetrate.
Lifeless except when the heat and fire penetrate upwards in a burst of stream.
Deep fissures and the gorge of two tectonic plates. A land of flat landscapes and high rise lava mountains. Iceland.