All posts tagged: Photo Friday

The Jagged Mountain of Montserrat

50 kilometres west of Barcelona lies the Santa Maria de Montserrat Abbey, nestled high up on the Montserrat mountain. The mountain cuts into the skyline like a handsaw.  In Catalan, Montserrat literally means “serrated mountain.” Funicular trains and hiking trails take you all around the imposing mountain,  once said according to Arthurian legend to be the site of the Holy Grail.  But for me, it is more of a holy grail of a view. Advertisements

Eruption at Holuhraun

My life has felt like a volcano about to burst these past few weeks, which is why I’ve abstained from blogging or posting pictures.  I return now after the ash has settled – the eruption at the Holuhraun lava field has ended, and so have at least some of my stressors. Before I got into the swing of Iceland Airwaves, I decided to book a sightseeing flight from Reykjavik that would fly over the south coast all the way to Vatnajökull National Park, which is Europe’s largest glacier and also the home of the Holuhraun lava fields, where the eruption of 2014 was occurring. By the time I visited in November, the lava wasn’t shooting up as high into the sky as some pictures had led me to believe it would, but the hardened lava stretched to an area of 70 square kilometres, making it Iceland’s largest lava flow since 1783.  Having never seen an active volcano in my life, I jumped at the chance to fly above it in a tiny plane with just …

Rock Isle Lake, Banff, Alberta

After enduring a particularly gruelling day hike the day before with tough winds and pelting rain, we decided to spend day two of our Banff hiking trip in Sunshine Meadows, known during the winter time as the Sunshine Ski Resort. You take a shuttle bus up what is the ski-out in winter (and a particularly painful ski-out, since it’s quite flat and boring), and arrive at a landing of inoperative chairlifts, swinging softly in the gentle autumn breeze.  There’s not a cloud in the sky today, the sun is shining, and the larches are proudly wearing their new colours. We decided to hike up Rock Isle Trail and take the loop to Laryx lake.  As we walked, we could see Mount Assiniboine far off in the distance.  After a gentle uphill hike away from the unnatural ski equipment, we reached Rock Isle Lake, which is now one of my favourite lake spots in the Rockies. We cracked open a bottle of wine and sat on a perch overlooking the water.  The group of us alternated …

Djúpalónssandur and Dritvik, Snæfellsnes

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 …