Lock.
Unlocking the secrets of puddles in the highlands.
Locked.
Life abounds.
Iceland
Iceland Part 5 /
Reykjavik clothespins.
A bridge footing.
Nets in Seydisfjordur.
Shipyard in Reykjavik.
Iceland Part 4 /
Puddles in moss.
Fence into water.
Fishing gear.
Nets harbor life.
Iceland Part 3 /
Nail in fencepost securing barbed wire.
I hadn't taken photographs for ten years and I wasn't yet into birds. So I focused the lens of a borrowed camera (thanks Mike and Karen) on the things I wanted to remember, no matter how small or seemingly mundane. The images became a visual diary.
A group of sheep wandering in a landscape that easily dwarfs any creature that sets foot upon it. Epic.
Knot in dead branch.
Earlier, when I first arrived in Reykjavik, I took a walk. The tide was out.
BLW in Iceland /
Looking back on the year after I turned 30 from the year before I turn 40. I was, and am, still in love with Iceland. Here are more images from the series.
This was the view from the backyard of Klaustrid. Such an epic, windswept vista. The valley to the right leads to the Vatnajokull Glacier. I walked for hours through these fields.
Those hours often found me striding through the hills when night fell. I'd eventually lose my nerve beat a hasty retreat to the warmth and security of the house. In those hours I might only ever see one person... sometimes no one. It felt vast.
One of the few companions met along the trail, along with the wandering sheep and beautiful and well composed horses.