It seems like the middle of no where – we passed maybe one car the entire drive there. Iceland is a place with so much nothing, so much quiet, but to sit and absorb that quiet, the wind in your hair and the tides crashing against long, black beaches formed from the eruptions of eons passed. Above it all, a grassy cliff, high enough to be able to observe the ruggedness of the cliff faces, the scattered remains of a long-ago shipwreck, and the foaming of the sea along the rocks.
Shortly after this photo was taken, my spare camera lens fell out of my pocket as I sat, and tumbled down the steep grassy hill. Helplessly, I watched the lens fall, the lens cap popping off as it bounced. But to be put in the way of something so beautiful, something had to be taken back. That the lens still works after this is still not as amazing as this view.
Note: I used to have a gallery page. But it sort of felt odd, leaving this beautiful photos up on a blog with the capacity for words with no explanation. My Flickr will remain a stream of stagnant images, but every Friday I’m going to upload a photo with a short story to go along with it, which helps me meet my goal of blogging more often in 2015 and simply writing more. Let’s see if I can keep this up.