A crack in the ice at Lake Storvatnet, Lofoten Islands, Norway. As the sun weakly illuminated the mountain, I realised that the crack was somewhat akin to the opening of a chest cavity. It reminded me of a line in a poem by Sylvia Plath - "he hands her the cut-out heart like a cracked heirloom". This scene was very visually moving for me due to personal circumstances at the time. For me, the glow on the mountain was a symbol of hope.