Iceland review - 2012, Page 48

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his dog always stayed by his side. Those are the
moments I strive to capture on film,” RAX says.
“The key to telling the authentic story is that
your subjects become so used to your presence that
they hardly notice it anymore. It took a few years
for me but eventually I had blended in—like one
of the sheep. And as the years went by, a friendship
was formed. During the evenings, after a long days’
journey we would stay in huts, bathe in hot springs,
sing, chat and gaze at the starry skies above.”
In the book’s most recent photo, taken last
autumn, Þórður, its narrator and central figure, is
a different man. “Looking tired and sad, he leans
on his cane. He has sold his land and his sheep
and moved to the capital area. Nevertheless, his life
remains in those mountains.” 