In 2016 I had the chance and privilege to travel to Ieland. I went soly alone - I booked my flight and car, and just went for it. Iceland has now become a clicé amoung photographers. Everybody seem to have been there nowadays, but the Island is so much more interesting than just taking pictures. To me it was a childhood dream to stand in still active volcano's, and sniff the sulphur fumes between the fumaroles. Honestly, I have never seen such a beatifull land as Iceland, and the geologic power represented there is nothing but awe inspiring.

First days I started traveling eastward and generally followed the ring road olong the island. Deveating from is along the way I quickly figured out that this already was the most beautifull place I've been to. And off course I was biased - I was actually seeing volcanoes. The first three days I've already seen more of them than I totally saw previously in my life.

The northern coast was a short visit, but I've managed to shoot one of my big favorite pictures ever. The last picture above was shot at a very quiet and lonely spot along the nprthern coast, not quickly accesible from the regular crowds. Snæfellsnes wasn't impressive enough, the rugedness was really getting a hold on me here. In particular the lonelyness I was experiencing made me feel very vulnarable in this landscape. I found my place in this landscape - just a tiny human being. And this is a feeling which only got stronger during my trip, and to my opinion, just the right feeling to have traveling along the geological spectacles.

At Námafjall and Hverir I went slightly mad - my childhood dream was actually coming true. The impressive landscape, and the emotions I had there are almost impossible to capture. It is a natural museum, and I just felt right in my element. A late hike on my last evening at that location is one of my favorite memories - utterly alone at the Námafjall peaks. It was earth in it's most primitive form, almost out of this world. Lonelynes is such a powerfull way to experience nature.

When I was heading towast the east fjords and the southern coast, the clouds came rolling in. The typical North Atlantic weather I was initially expecting was coming in, fortunately without any precipitation. It turned the southern coast into a dramatic and beautifull landscape.

Again, one of my favorite memories took place, and I was again utterly alone. Now along one of Iceland's south coast glaciers. Quite a treacherous area, which again made me feel very vulnerable.

Almost at the end of my two week journey I ended up at the typical southern Icelandic landscapes I anticipated - the area around Katla and Eyjafjallajökull was wonderfull. Camping between the volcanic mountains was just impressive, and the landscape was just from a fairytale. Or, nowadays, appear to fall right from a movie. It was here where I noticed a great deal of tourists flocked in, as the season was starting. And it was here I noticed that most of them did not understand, or sometimes even respect, the landscpae the were treading.

Iceland is a place I truely wish to revisit. However, mass tourism is really starting to get it's effect at the island. Many people visiting the rugget but fragile volcanic landscape is taking it's toll. And ignoring my part in it would be hypocite. I pitty the island being slowly deformed under the pressure of to many people visiting it, and that is what hold me back. So much on this world has already been destroyed. And to much of the island has already being captured by to many photographers too. Maybe I should let it rest for the future, and got discover the rest of the North Atlantic.