Icleand. A country I’d been dreaming about visiting since Frank introduced me to Sigur Ros years ago. In the midst of last year’s wedding season, we packed our backpacks full of camping gear, books, cameras, and warm clothing and set off for this country that is mysterious, magical, odd, and captivating. We spent time with close friends in Reykjavik, and then drove 1/2 away around the country, from Reykjavik to the Eastern Fjords, camping along the way. Icebergs. Plains. Mountains. Waterfalls. Fjords. Ocean. Glaciers. Lava fields. And, yes, I unashamedly listening to Sigur Ros throughout the trip, and it was a downright spiritual experience. Oh, and the photographs that are especially soft and dreamy looking were free-lensed by Frank. They especially capture the bizarre and dreamlike landscapes of Iceland. 
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