In the cold and dark of December we escaped to spend a week on Madeira. I’ve uploaded a handful of photos from our time there.
Here it is – the final set of pictures from our road trip through the United States. The second half of the last week, still in New York.
For the last week of the road trip we flew from Louisiana to New York. These are the pictures from the first half of that week.
In the second half of week five of our US road trip, we rented another car. We drove through Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama, and stayed a few days in Florida.
In week five of the roadtrip we left the car and flew to New Orleans. It was hot, humid and a different world from the US we had travelled through so far.
This summer we spent a couple of weeks in Bavaria (Germany) and Innsbruck (Austria). As always I shot a lot of pictures. Here are a few of them.
When week four started we moved on from Arizona into Utah, and then into Colorado. I ended up taking quite a lot of pictures in Colorado, with plenty of shots from the Rocky Mountains and Pikes Peak.
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.
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.
Getting close to the end of week three, we continued through the desert into the Navajo Nation – and Monument Valley.