September frost laces ornamental kale at the entrance to the garden. A Seer shows us the bold one’s flower beds, the healer’s apple tree, the last farmer’s towering evergreen. Elves laugh at us from rows of rowan. A warmth in the chest like drinking spiced tea and songs of Christmas morning blaze in my ears when I encounter Heimir. A force outside of me twitches my legs. Aren’t there stories about this? Weren’t we warned not to dance?
Lystigarður Akureyrar Iceland, September 2024
Semi-gloss premium luster photo paper sourced from Japan
September frost laces ornamental kale at the entrance to the garden. A Seer shows us the bold one’s flower beds, the healer’s apple tree, the last farmer’s towering evergreen. Elves laugh at us from rows of rowan. A warmth in the chest like drinking spiced tea and songs of Christmas morning blaze in my ears when I encounter Heimir. A force outside of me twitches my legs. Aren’t there stories about this? Weren’t we warned not to dance?
Lystigarður Akureyrar Iceland, September 2024
Semi-gloss premium luster photo paper sourced from Japan
