Aglow.
Summer nights in Reykjavík possess a peculiar magic. Darkness never fully arrives; instead the city lingers in suspension, awash in sub-Arctic light. Ordinary houses, apartment blocks, and hotel façades seem to glow from within.
Even in mid-July, one senses that the season has begun its slow turn. Icelandic summers are brief. Before long, dusk will return to the evenings, and the city’s long nocturne will fade until another year.
In a column in Morgunblaðið in November 2025 titled Til varnar Reykjavík (“In Defense of Reykjavík”) I had written: Here the golden hour can stretch across half a night, pouring hues of liquid gold and rose over roofs and water. The sub-Arctic light that drenches this city possesses an ethereal transparency, as though the air itself were a lens of ice and fire.
The Reykjavík Nights collection.
5DS, 70-200L f/2.8 IS II & 100-400L IS II
