Spring Road Trip | Day 3 | Slartibartfast

Saturday I decided to check out Skaftafell, which is an entry point for many activities on the Vatnajökull glacier (yeah, that enormous white spot on maps of Iceland). I hiked to Svartifoss waterfall (which I renamed Slartibartfast waterfall much to my own amusement... gold stars to you nerds who know the reference). I picked the most gorgeous spot to set up my tripod for some long exposures, waited for all the tourists to filter out, readied my camera, and then my head fell off. My tripod head that is. After a half hour of fiddling with it I still had no idea what happened or how to fix it. I was now tripod-less in a tripod-needed situation. Perrrrrfect timing. I made use with what I had, sprawling and balancing like a champ and looking extremely resourceful stupid to the group of fancy photographers that showed up shortly after. Oh how they must have pitied that poor amateur girl and her rock tripod.

The light was nice and dramatic so I took a long time to drive back to the farmhouse, soaking in the bold and dreamy landscape.

The drive home the next day was rainy and uneventful, but I left the southeast of Iceland feeling completely satisfied and refreshed.

Spring Road Trip | Day 1 | Southeast Solitaire

R and S were off on a school holiday this weekend, so I decided to take a little holiday of my own... solo photo style. Though I love (love love love love love) road trips of all shapes and sizes, I savor the ones I can do alone with no agenda except to explore and photograph. It's easier for me to process the world artistically when I can go at my own pace and saturate myself in my creative perspective without the worries of someone else's agenda/endurance/bladder.

I picked up my rental car in Reykjavik, and after a stupidly long and harrowing quest for trail mix (I was ultimately defeated), I set off to the southeast coast with my camera as my companion and the open road as my muse.

My super sexy Chevy Spark... it was like driving a very pleasant toy car...

I arrived at Guesthouse Holmur in the evening; a quaint farm in the countryside situated between 3 enormous glaciers. I settled in, Skyped like a creep with some of my best friends back home, and chatted it up with some of my fellow house mates (shout out to the Iranian New Yorker with the glorious beard if you found my blog!), before eventually making my way to bed.

(Continue on to parts 2 & 3...)