Northern Jutland, Denmark
From Hillerød, we travel to the farmlands of northern Jutland, where tiny, delicate galanthus bloom despite the frosts.
The evening of arrival was bluer than I had ever seen, but throughout the night, all colour was sucked into a blinding void.
In the aftermath, there was no sound and no movement. Only the world, stillborn of the silent tempest. The crunch of our feet in snow echoed across its frozen oblivion.