Camped on the shore of Llyn y Fan Fach for the summer solstice. The light never dropped below twilight—a 3:30am dawn broke across the water while the tent was still pitched. From there I explored the layered geography: aerial perspective of the mountain slopes and sheep herds, the weathered stone fort on the shore, ground-level textures of lichen and grass, a skull left by livestock. Solstice. No darkness.
