Iceland.
It is my favorite country that I have yet visited, not only for its mystical beauty, but for the ethereal, otherworldly energy which pervades each fiber of its culture, history, language, and landscape. The Land of Fire and Ice is, indeed, one of fantastical contrasts, but none so evocative in my opinion as the fascinating synergy between modern and ancient Iceland; how one thousand years of history is so tangibly present, even as Iceland surges forth as one of the most socially and technologically progressive countries on earth.
There is so much to be said for the small island country, the northernmost capital in the world with its frigid Atlantic moat. (Someday, I will have to tell you about Icelandic elves.) But that will have to wait for another time, because I have other news: MACRO HAS LANDED. Not in time to capture these polishes in action, unfortunately, but hopefully these bottle shots will help make sense of the shimmering spectacles I have herethereto attempted in futility to illustrate for you in wholly insufficient words.
"Fallen Snow" & "Icelandia", macro style!! |
"Icelandia" over "Fallen Snow" |
mountains across the fjord: Eyjafjör∂ur |
While sifting through memories, this moment en route to the horse stables just outside of Akureyri, Iceland felt eminently resonant with the crystalline triangles and shimmering aquatic quality of this pair.
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