The dunes of East Iceland are pure environments of wind. The black volcanic soil is sculpted by the wind, the grasses are blown in by the wind and anchor the soil by it. They use the wind to pollinate their blooms and to disperse their seeds, as well. And the snow is blown across the dunes by the wind, forming dunes of its own, and echoing the forms of the land, as you can see in the exquisite mirrored half moon of dune and drift below.

It is the place where the air above the sea becomes the air above land, a powerful place of transformation and extreme energies. It makes dunes a dangerous place for humans, a place almost simultaneously expressing the edges of human life and their absolute, grounded centre. So it is with the shore of the sea. So it is with the shore of the wind.