The Descent

Frank and I spent the afternoon in Seydisfjordur.

Now, the problem with these little fjord towns is that in the winter, the sun never reaches the town because it never rises high enough. As we came up over the fjord and descended back down again, we were greeted with a winter sunset. Not only this, but we also met a very interesting character: an old Icelandic man, shotgun and ammo belts in tow and hand, hunting poultry. I asked to take his picture and he obliged. One of the old timers. se great to see him in action.

The winter light is absolutely epic in Iceland. The sun always rises, but just a bit, when it breaks through, its constant golden hour. Its really something. A sudden rain shower made for some interesting orb effects on the car windshield.

So this is just a short post about the car ride down, the next stop on our adventure led us into an exploration of Iceland's largest forest, the very beginning of which I have included at the end of this post, as a little teaser.

Photography by Joe Shutter and Rock Scissors Taper

For your enjoyment,

Joe Shutter

Tiny Town, Giant Fjord

The next step on mine and Frank's photo tour was Seydisfjordur. Nestled deep in the Eastfjords, it is the gateway to Iceland from Europe: this is where the ferry lands from Denmark after stopping in the Faroe Islands.

The town comes alive in summer not only because of the ferry arrivals  butt also because many artists come here in summer to take up summer residencies here. When you are down there, you are completely engulfed in the fjords, not in an overwhelming way, but it does give you a sense of how small you are in relation to the fjord.

When arriving from the route 1 highway, you must climb all the way over the side of the fjord and then all way down again, it is an epic ride! Especially when the road is covered in snow as it was when we did it.

Photography by Joe Shutter and Rock Scissors Taper

For your enjoyment,

Joe Shutter