Iceland
Blood rains from the cloudy web
On the broad loom of slaughter.
The web of man grey as armor
Is now being woven; the Valkyries
Will cross it with a crimson weft.
Darraðarljóð (Song of Darraðar)
Iceland
Blood rains from the cloudy web
On the broad loom of slaughter.
The web of man grey as armor
Is now being woven; the Valkyries
Will cross it with a crimson weft.
Darraðarljóð (Song of Darraðar)
Iceland
Is a land of extreme and magnificent contrasts.
Fire & Ice, Light & Dark, Humid & Dry, Icelandic landscapes change like film sets, within a few meters you travel from a green paradise surrounded by waterfalls to a lunar and desertic terrain with scattered lava rocks... In June, the summer's midnight sun with its endless sunsets confuses your senses in a magical, almost mythological way. A paradise for photographers and nature lovers.
