Magnus Lindbom

I wake up early. It’s 5 hours until sunrise. I get myself out of the sleeping bag. It’s -20 degrees celsius. I get going with melting snow. Get the snowshoes on and make myself up the mountain in the darkness. Three hours later I’m standing on the peak. The wind calms down. It’s totally quiet. Slowly the night transitions into dawn. The mountains reveal themselves in an endless landscape. I make a few exposures. I cry. it’s overwhelming. Trying to keep my hands warm. From the phone!