On that foggy morning in Flateyri, I set up my camera for a long exposure, letting time gently flow into the frame. The mist softened every edge, and the water, smoothed by the slow shutter, became a mirror for the ethereal world above. The old wooden posts stood motionless, their reflections stretching into the silky surface, while the distant mountains and buildings faded into ghostly outlines. In that suspended moment, the long exposure revealed the true poetry of the fog—transforming the scene into a dreamlike memory where time, light, and silence blended into one.
