These photos are from 2015 and were taken during a bachelor party during a diving stop at Ransvik. One of the divers in the first photo is the groom-to-be. The elderly gentlemen were noticeable annoyed with us disturbing their peaceful swim. The boys who fished for crab fish couldn’t care less.
Sofia back in 2015. In retrospect I think this was the photo that made me fall in love with strobe light on medium format film.
Anna and I traveled to Iceland in August to attend a work conference in Reykjavík. We had very little time to ourselves, but we managed to squeeze in a sunny walk around downtown and a short trip to Þingvellir national park in light (but incessant) rain. Iceland is such an otherworldly place and I hope to go back someday with more free time on my hands.
Me, in our hotel room. A mirror selfie is mandatory, right?
Exterior of Hallgrímskirkja.
Gloves like black holes.
Þingvellir national park.
Sweet, sweet summer evenings by the sea. The scent of seaweed and wet stone, the sound of water lapping and distant laughter from kids throwing themselves into the waves. The air tastes of salt and meat slowly charring over hot coals. There’s just enough warmth left to let your skin dry after a swim in the ocean, between the tiny boats returning from a day beyond the horizon.
Why is it, that you can’t fully appreciate evenings like this, until they’re a distant memory?