One road to a land of dreamscapes began where the Vesturhorn range meets tidal wetlands, leading through a thin coastal fog and around a bend to the deepening golden light of the sunset hour. This was a moment as much as a place, and only can be revisited in loose approximation. In that moment, nothing else mattered besides its ephemeral beauty and overt, extrinsic transcendence. The glorious colors waxed, waned, shifted and relocated, as did I, just slightly, for another astonishing sunset vista.
6 E Hofn, Iceland (19 Aug 14) Looking NW
64.246, -14.9756Late Light at Vesturhorn
One road to a land of dreamscapes began where the Vesturhorn range meets tidal wetlands, leading through a thin coastal fog and around a bend to the deepening golden light of the sunset hour. This was a moment as much as a place, and only can be revisited in loose approximation. In that moment, nothing else mattered besides its ephemeral beauty and overt, extrinsic transcendence. The glorious colors waxed, waned, shifted and relocated, as did I, just slightly, for another astonishing sunset vista.
6 E Hofn, Iceland (19 Aug 14) Looking NW
64.246, -14.9756