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…
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…
“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer,” – Albert Camus It was a cold January morning on Mr. Iceland farm in Southern Iceland. The sun peaked delicately over the horizon, casting a creamy golden hue between the drifting clouds. I had emerged from the cottage that I had…
After Hours- A poem You said you knew what I would like and handed me an old copy of Njal’s Saga. I curled on the floor, You watched as I fingered its weathered pages. The music ensued; I pretended to care for it but only because it was yours. As morning broke, our conversation faded …
I am going into my third week in Iceland, and despite it being my eighth time here, traveling here still humbles me. Locals have agreed this has been one of the coldest and rainiest summers they can recall. I, optimistic that things would change, packed as if I were blessed with the abundant sunshine and…
Little by little, one travels far. JRR Tolkien It is 10 PM on a cold, wintry night in Snaefellsnes, Iceland. I am seated cross-legged on a couch in the quaint cottage I had rented for the trip. The wind rocks the cottage walls, howling gusts that seem to strengthen by the hour. In my hand…