Iceland in the winter

I’ve always thought of Iceland as a magic place. I’ve had so many romantic notions about the nature and the people. Those kind of ideas always leave you disappointed, but when I went there with Lena for my 30th birthday 6 years ago, it was just as magic as I had dreamt. Iceland is simply an amazing, otherwordly place, and if you are European and you live your life without getting on a flight to Reykjavik, you’re missing out.

My harddrive holds an enormous backlog of photos I need to sort through, edit, and put up on the blog. For years I felt overwhelmed by it, and I actually stopped taking pictures for a while. I’ve been back in the game since I went to Morocco, and tonight I decided to upload some of the stuff I shot in Iceland. Looking back at the pictures I took there, I just have to conclude I’m a better photographer now than I was then.

Iceland 2010.


Tonight I armed myself with some fine music and a beer. To keep the festering sickness of the world from burrowing through the blinds. Just one night of not having to consider my responsibility in standing up against the fascism slowly infecting the West.