what you can’t see *iceland*
Believe me and anyone who tells you (with that sparkle in the eye that comes from visiting Iceland), that there are so very few trees. There’s an occasional cluster around a farm, but this really is the mystical barren land you’re led to believe in via photos. The lack of trees means that photos can hide secrets from the viewer in all that starkness. I can’t convey to you via my landscape photos just how windy some of the locations were. The kind of wind that you read warnings and guidelines about in Icelandair’s inflight magazine. The kind of wind that gets so fierce in some areas that only one person can get out of the car at a time, hanging on to the door. The kind where I was leaning back into the wind on the top of an extinct cinder, feeling like a kid. Yep, feeling alive.
*photo of me ready to photograph a glacier by my husband.