“I’ve been there in Iceland when it was like that”, I whispered in the ear of my friend as we watched the film, “A White, White Day”. “You were there in winter, weren’t you?”, she asked to which I replied, “No it was summer. But there were still four seasons in the one day”.… Read the rest “A White, White Day”
In the midst of a warm summer in Sydney, I’ve been watching friends post photographs of snow in Europe. Their photographs have inspired me to go looking for photographs from the past where I’ve experienced snow myself (which I love) taken in Sweden and Iceland.
Walking on ice in StockholmGlacier in IcelandMilesgarden in StockholmGloben in Stockholm – snow and ice at the very topStockholm winter tour – the group comes up from downstairsGarbo Grave in StockholmBerries underneath the snowWoodland Cemetery in Stockholm.… Read the rest “Photographs of Snow and Ice”
Three years ago – exactly – I was in Iceland. The Google Photos app on my phone reminded me of that this morning, presenting me with a lovely collection of photographs from a memorable week I spent there. It was terrific to revisit the glaciers, the hot baths, the volcanoes, the landscape (etc) on exactly the same day my friend Sue and I had planned to see the Icelandic film “Hrutar” (known in English as “Rams”).… Read the rest “Rams / Hrutar”
“This is my favourite spot in the whole of Reykjavik”, Jon told me as we looked out towards the lighthouse. Located just a few minutes drive from the centre of town, it was almost as if you were in the countryside. “When I was young, you could come here and no one else was around.… Read the rest “So Much In Such A Small Space”
There was a point half way through the day when I couldn’t stop giggling. Along with the rest of the tour group, I was standing on a beach on the south east coast of Iceland. We were all very cold and it was snowing. The on-line brochure and accompanying research I’d done before-hand suggested clear blue skies as a backdrop to viewing a series of large basalt structures in the ocean.… Read the rest “Extreme Iceland”
“It’s so incredibly silent”, a fellow traveller said to me as we stood together, as part of a group of fourteen on a two-day bus tour of Southern Iceland. “Sometimes”, I replied with a smile, a reference to the constant chatter from many in the group. She smiled back. “We are standing on a bloody glacier, and all you lot can do is chatter”, I thought to myself.… Read the rest “Glacial Silence”
