At far northern latitudes in summer, the sun never really disappears; rather, it shoots behind and through clouds, racing around the horizon, only occasionally dipping below the horizon before darting out again.
The bleak, wide landscapes of the Icelandic countryside provide the perfect backdrop for this hypnotic light show.
Here, the gloaming grows into an hours-long thing, its cold steel light suffusing the world like a narcotic.
Rides into the sunset last all afternoon.
