Explored my first ice cave last February in Iceland. The experience was hard to put into words.
We spent many sunrises and sunsets at the base of these mountains. This beach had the darkest sand I have ever seen. The winds roared over the mountain tops down onto where we stood. The lines in the sand mesmerized as the waves crashed on the rocks.
This is still one of the most beautiful beaches I have seen.
This beautiful cerulean water seemed like a dream.
The Vestrahorn Mountains, in Southern Iceland, during blue hour.