Swedish Lapland

In Swedish Lapland, winter is not a season. It is the whole point. The landscape organises itself around the cold: the lakes freeze solid enough to drive on, the forests go silent under the weight of snow, the light arrives low and stays low, turning everything amber for an hour before disappearing again. This project was shot across the frozen interior of Swedish Lapland, from dog sled runs on open lakes to the red Falun cottages of the church village, where the same wooden buildings have stood in the same formation for centuries. The pace shifts completely depending on where you are: fast and physical on a snowmobile across open ice, slow and almost suspended in the boreal forest where nothing moves. The light here is the real subject. Sunrise and sunset happen within minutes of each other and both look like neither.