On my last trip to Iceland, I ran into this heart shaped chunk of ice from an Iceberg that had washed up to shore at Diamond beach.
This surreal piece of ice was almost as tall as me, it stood strong, even as the powerful currents that brought it to shore fought hard to drag it back into oblivion. As I took this picture, it made me think that the most beautiful things can't be bought, nor do they last forever, but if you are lucky...you get a chance to enjoy them.
In memory of my father
Love this shot! 😍
next time you need to come to Iceland with us
I would love to!