Summer is on its final last stanza—for us on the northern hemisphere, that is. Days are already significantly shorter; at the longitude I am and today, 3 hours and 17 minutes compare to summer solstice.
Once again, we have had a summer out of the ordinary (and hopefully it won’t be the new ordinary). Like last summer, travel restrictions were imposed as we, as in the world, are still fighting covid-19. In fact, the numbers of infected are once again on the rise many a place.
Nevertheless, some travel has been possible this summer, albeit somewhat limited. I for one, were lucky enough to make it to Iceland before the numbers exploded there. (And yes, I am aware that opening up for travellers have been one of the reasons for the present increase of covid-19 on Iceland).
The main reason for me to go to Iceland was finally to be able to meet up with my love one. We live on different continents, and before Iceland, we didn’t see each other since the beginning of February—last year. I don’t think it’s hard to imagine how it was to be able touch, talk, spend time together and just be with each other again, after the prolonged separation.
Thus, I didn’t go to Iceland primarily to photograph or to experience the country. It was simply the one country that would accept both us coming for a visit. Of course once being there, we did experience as much as possible of what Iceland has to offer, and me being a photographer, of course had to capture images from our travel to this island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.
These are some of the photos I captured. This post also represents a return to my blogging, and now I look forward getting in touch with you all again.