Sitting here in our little wooden cabin perched in a valley overlooked by mountains painted by the amazing winter light in Iceland the wind blasts away outside blowing anything away not secured down. This second week of the Iceland journey has been even a more epic time, looking back thru images, which I didn’t think was going to be possible after such an amazing experience during the first week. How wrong I was.
The land of water and ice has been challenging but with every challenge comes great new discoveries in not only your subjects in the frame but also within myself. Yes, we could easily just sit in some small town pub and drink the hefty Krona priced beers on offer, tasty yes but that wouldn’t produce images or memories that this whole trip was about.
We joke about how this country should be called Waterland not Iceland and as our journey headed east along the south coast maybe Waterheaven or Waterworld would be more appropriate. It is not uncommon, or even a surprise now, to see three, four even five individual waterfalls falling from different cliffs in one small mountain range. Where does this endless supply of water come from?
It’s obvious that this has been happening for a very long time with gorges gauged deep by ages of water and snow that falls fast and deep only to be melted away by the warm North Atlantic currents the next day. Than as we approached the largest single glacier in Europe, Vatnajokull, which is mesmerizingly large with fingers of ice flowing down every valley it become apparent that Iceland is the best name for this small island.
What wasn’t apparent was how profound an affect that looking up at ice weighing countless tons and being unmeasurably thick would weigh down on you, creating a realization that the world is such an amazing place with so many natural wonders to experience making outdoor lifestyle photography not only a dream job but an honour to be a part of.
P.S. Whisky tastes better with ice millions of years old too.