The Power of Nature

The wind blows at 120 km/h. The air is filled with salt and black volcanic sand. The waves are roaring, as if they want to swallow the shore. I’m being tossed around the beach, barely able to stand…
And still - I’m smiling.
Like a kid in a candy store. Grinning from ear to ear with camera in my hand.
This is freedom. This is joy. This is the raw beauty of Iceland.
Vik, South Coast of Iceland