The sound environment of the town of Seyðisfjörður is very specific. It is surrounded by tall rocky hills covered in moss, grass, and heather. It is situated at the end of a fjord where the river flows into the sea. The bare slopes bring sounds back, not directly in echo, but there is a strange almost imperceptible sound reverberation that intensifies the feeling of enclosure. During the time I stayed in Seyðisfjörður, in late summer, the sound of diesel engines dominated the soundscape every weekday. In the harbour, the constant low-frequency hum of docked cruise ships fills the surrounding area. In addition, the fjord is filled with the sound of excavators and trucks that cut the foot of the Bjólfur mountainside each working day to build avalanche barriers. When the work stops and there are no ships in the harbour, Seyðisfjörður is an unusually quiet place, with only the distant sounds of waterfalls in the hills or the occasional passing car. The microphone is located on the facade of the Skaftfell Art Center, facing the wild garden, beyond which the slopes of the surrounding hills rise straight up.