Field Notes
Þingvellir — Wind in the Rift
The valley widens unexpectedly, revealing a landscape shaped as much by absence as by stone.
Iceland
Field Notes
Sólheimasandur — The Walk Back
Distance feels different when there is nothing left ahead except the return journey.
Field Notes
Reynisfjara — Basalt and Sea
The cliffs appear permanent until the Atlantic demonstrates otherwise.
Field Notes
Gullfoss — Ice at the Edge
The roar of the falls reaches the path before the canyon comes fully into view.
Essays
Sólheimasandur: Without Direction
The wreck of the DC-3 sits alone against the black sand, its metal frame stripped down to something that barely resembles an aircraft anymore. The wind moves across the plain without resistance. Somewhere beyond it, the Atlantic can be heard, but not seen. The sound carries farther than expected,
Field Notes
Diamond Beach — Ice and Wind
Ice scattered across black volcanic sand catches what little light filters through the storm.