It was very cold. The wind whipped around our faces and hands, eventually making our hands numb. The sun, what sun there was, was fleeing. The clouds loomed up ominously. None of that mattered, as my newest obsession established itself.
Jökulsárlón has seeped into my core.
Photos by PJD, Jökulsárlón, Iceland, 2012. As previously noted, these photos were made possible by the consummate driving skills of my good friend, who patiently showed me around his homeland. I am not sure he’ll ever really know how much I appreciated that.