Eystrahorn
Last summer's week long tour of Iceland is packed with memories. Of course the memories you leave with rarely coincide with those you imagined in the months beforehand as you pored over the photos and vlogs of the online community in excitement. Here for example I was particularly exercised over a video by Mads Peter Iversen and Nigel Danson on YouTube which presented the bulk of Eystrahorn, stunningly backlit by summer sunlight.
But the gods had other ideas. We'd driven here all the way from Husavik on the north coast after an impromptu and rapidly scheduled whale watching trip. It rained for most of the journey and visibility in the mysterious south east corner of the country where we might have seen inlet after stunning inlet in clearer conditions made driving difficult. We arrived here late in the evening, tired and hungry and abandoned ideas of photography until the following morning. However, conditions were hardly any better and the familiar view of Eystrahorn that was so eagerly anticpated drifted in and out of partial view until vanishing completely in the mist.
And so I tried something different. It was dark, grainy and bleak and this picture caught that mood. There were mountains in the background. Later in the day we moved on to the more famous Vestrahorn but that was invisible too. A reason, if reasons were needed to return.
Eystrahorn
Last summer's week long tour of Iceland is packed with memories. Of course the memories you leave with rarely coincide with those you imagined in the months beforehand as you pored over the photos and vlogs of the online community in excitement. Here for example I was particularly exercised over a video by Mads Peter Iversen and Nigel Danson on YouTube which presented the bulk of Eystrahorn, stunningly backlit by summer sunlight.
But the gods had other ideas. We'd driven here all the way from Husavik on the north coast after an impromptu and rapidly scheduled whale watching trip. It rained for most of the journey and visibility in the mysterious south east corner of the country where we might have seen inlet after stunning inlet in clearer conditions made driving difficult. We arrived here late in the evening, tired and hungry and abandoned ideas of photography until the following morning. However, conditions were hardly any better and the familiar view of Eystrahorn that was so eagerly anticpated drifted in and out of partial view until vanishing completely in the mist.
And so I tried something different. It was dark, grainy and bleak and this picture caught that mood. There were mountains in the background. Later in the day we moved on to the more famous Vestrahorn but that was invisible too. A reason, if reasons were needed to return.