Fire and Ice
Last week I went to Iceland with my brother and our mum. I don’t usually talk about holidays on this blog, but I photographed so many beautiful places that I wanted to share. As you might expect it was freezing, with temperatures dipping to -10, but feeling more like -20 with the wind chill. I didn’t shoot any outfits, primarily because fashion has no place in arctic conditions, at least not for me. It was quite nice not to bother with my appearance for a week and focus on the stunning landscape.
Iceland is pristine, stark and spectacular. When we travelled up glaciers and mountains, our tour guide told us that nothing lives in these frozen deserts apart from the occasional, hardy arctic fox. Coming from London, where everyone is heaped one on top of another, it was an unnerving but ultimately refreshing experience.
I’ve dreamed of seeing the Northern Lights for a long time and witnessing them in all their glory was wonderful. However, to the naked eye they appear paler and more ghostly, in comparison to the bright streaks of green, blue and pink that you see in photos. Nonetheless, I’m glad that I can cross the Northern Lights off my bucket list.