How to tell a story using light, scale, and action to encourage a viewer’s imagination Something called to her in sleep. It whispered of times long forgotten; of rolling hills, mysterious gorges, and a river which roared to life beside her. In a dream, she journeyed until she found this place where clear waters flowed…
When I booked my first solo camper van adventure to Iceland in 2021, I had no idea it would change my life. Destiny was calling as I gazed out at the starry night sky from my window seat. I had no plan: just a camper, a camera, the open road, and my heart to guide…
Why this often overlooked region in Iceland should be on your bucket list I felt as if I had found a treasure. A pristine black sand beach stretched out before me. Craving a closer connection with the untouched landscape, I removed my shoes. My bare feet sank into the soft sand. I waited by the…
The fate of the Atlantic puffin is up to us My breath formed on the ferry window as I pressed my face into it. The last Atlantic puffin I would see this year skimmed the surface of the break, its wings beating with full effort. My eyes followed him, desperate to keep his little body…
In every walk in nature one receives far more than he seeks. -John Muir My pace slowed as I made my way along the long path fringed with evergreens. There was something that begged me to linger. Perhaps it was the air, tinged with the distant scent of the sea, or the silence. With each…
Three people gathered around the white cloth under the late-day sun. One woman shook a small leather pouch, whispering a question to the gods as she did so. She emptied its contents into her bejeweled hands, exhaling once over them before releasing the lot onto the cloth. Strips of nut wood landed on the fabric.…
Do you want to photograph puffins in Iceland but can’t decide which island to choose? I got you covered in this side-by-side comparison of the two most popular places in Iceland for puffins! Like many other places in Iceland, this scene was otherworldly. Long grass glowed golden in the midnight sun as I walked along…
A huge god stands atop a jagged peak, his eyes fixed on his target. A giant looms in the mist below. With one hand, he swings his hammer, which glints like lightning in the darkness. The weapon connects, and the giant falls. The ground quakes and the obsidian valley splinters to forever shape the landscape.…
Healing and finding myself through nature in a remote part of Iceland Every day was the same, yet it wasn’t. I would wake around sunrise. The sounds of the oystercatchers and snipes would waft in through the open window. Before anything else, I would watch the sky turn pink. Then it was coffee, writing, a…
Opnaðu hug þinn. gakktu hjóðlega. Open your mind, tread softly. – a sign at the start of the walking paths on Hrísey While attending an art residency on the island of Hrísey I felt compelled to write poetry again. There was little wonder why this happened. The island’s landscapes whispered inspiration at every turn. A…