Greenland, Iceland and Yellowstone

I felt the bigger picture in these vast places and yet I am not always under its spell, for I am lost, nervous, restless, fractious and melancholic. As I shiver in the wind and lean towards a distant yesterday I am scarred by the beauty and empty white expanse of wilderness and the sublime delicate cyan's and azures on the huge glacier.
In a complex grammar of light and shade I withdraw into my own private universe haunted by a sort of crooked logic and an unfulfilled longing to make the best images I can.