The long day is over

A fisherman rests by the waters edge, near the village of Isafordur in Iceland.

His two-thumbed woven gloves designed to be turned around as they wear out pulling the heavy oars through the turbulent waters. His wooden-framed fishing boat ideally suited to the freezing cold water so close to the Artic.

The tools of his trade virtually unchanged in hundreds of years, his long day over, the sea has provided once more, as it has done for generations.