Words didn’t happen in Iceland, but photos did
Iceland, for me, was a vacation from traveling. I had few cultural experiences there (one that threatened projectile vomit), met few Icelanders (guys in a bar explained how to avoid dating one’s cousin in such a finite population), and didn’t even try much in the way of new food (except the reindeer burger, which was de-frickin-licious).
This is just alongside the highway where I stopped to autograph a snowbank.
My normal travel routines and habits didn’t fit in the bag among all those sweaters, and words fell by the wayside. I don’t know where they went, but it’s freaking me out. No, seriously. But if images are really worth a thousand of them, then I’ve got a few million to share.
Stop by a lake, and the wind has pushed sheets of ice onshore. Cuz it’s Iceland, and they do things like that here.
If only I knew where to start. I decided to grab a couple to throw on here…and that was three days ago. How about this one? Why would there not be an abandoned quarry below a fortress mountain? It’s Iceland.
No? Then do you prefer a tourist destination like Gullfoss, the epic (yet strangely difficult to photograph) waterfall on the famous Golden Circle loop?
How can going through these take so damn long? Can I hire an assistant to help? I can pay with…peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?
Iceland is full of ponies. Would you be shocked to hear that they eat them? Then I won’t tell you. Maybe I shouldn’t tell you what else there is to eat up there…
But I will.