Walking around the starkly beautiful Jökulsárlón in Iceland - a lake fed by a glacier calving icebergs which slowly float out to sea - I couldn’t help but notice the birds. They rest on the icebergs, skreech chasing each other through the air. In the end, their bodies were so graphic on the black volcanic sands. They seemed like a form of calligraphy.

Vintage Diana camera, Ilford Delta 400 film, Jökulsárlón in Iceland.