In a couple of weeks, we shall again depart north for our annual photography outing (i.e. no business, no family, no problems - just shooting). Though we initially planned Lofoten, for some reasons we ended up going to Iceland once more, this time in winter. So no wonder I go through my older work when planning the trip. I've posted some texts and images already here and some other, too. And a few more here and even Ota created a video. We simply love the place. I have many more photographs to share but one place was really special. Read on. (Summer 2010)... After having spent few miserable rainy days in the fishermens village near Landmannalaugar, we lost patience and decided to cross the island to try our chances in the north. The journey itself turned into much more adventurous event than what we expected, with rough rocky roads, deep and wild river crossings and endless lava fields to go through.
The destination was surely worth the hassle, two beautiful and loud waterfalls Selfoss and Detifoss suddenly put us on a bright side of the hell. I felt like the first man on the Moon. Millions years back in time. We arrived just before the sunset (that's around 11pm in Iceland during the summer), the place was of course deserted. We were stupid enough to underestimate the pace with which the natural powers change the stage we're living on. Leaving our equipment behind, we missed perhaps the most spectacular light performance I witnessed there - the sun found its way through thick clouds to illuminate parts of the scene and to create the stunning rainbow.
We came back prepared the next night in hopes for something similar. No rainbow this time but luckily, we could enjoy our happy hour after so many days of rain. Our beloved sun did it somehow, again.