Before we finally met Sabrina and Andy for the shoot in the evening, we used the day for an excursion east from the Jökulsárlón glacier lagoon, with a short stop at Höfn harbour. The weather was typically Icelandic, and along the way there were beautiful moods of light again and again.
From the surf back to the hotel
Our final stop was an impressive stretch of surf in the east. During a stop, however, we watched with an uneasy feeling as rocks fell from the mountain next to us, so we quickly headed back towards the hotel.
A day in the east
A day of beautiful light and a moment of fright that we won't forget in a hurry. Höfn simply means “harbour”: a fishing town on a peninsula in the south-east, surrounded by the sea on almost three sides and with a view of the Vatnajökull.
Typical Icelandic weather near Höfn: the snowy slope vanishes into the fog.In the fog near Stokksnes, horses stand beside a dark hay-bale store.Ruined houses stand on a small rise, with nothing but fog behind them.Wooden posts stand in the water of a flooded track, fog all around.Dark basalt rocks rise above the snowy plain in East Iceland.A single-lane bridge leads straight into the fog.Near Djúpivogur an old white fishing boat stands on land, its hull dark.In the harbour at Djúpivogur the hull of a fishing boat rusts right by the quay.Turquoise water shows through beneath a sheet of ice on the snowy plain.Long and narrow: a single-lane bridge through the snowy landscape.Small houses stand widely scattered on the snowy plain of East Iceland.Reindeer on the wet Ring Road, snowy hills behind them in the fog.Snowfields cling to the slopes of the East Fjords, the summits staying in the fog.Rocks and patches of snow at the foot of a mountain, the tip dissolving in the fog.The Ring Road curves along the coast of the East Fjords, snow lying on the slopes.Snowy hills in East Iceland, the fog leaving only the lower slopes visible.Yellow in the white: a reindeer warning sign stands alone in the snow.Dark flanks with patches of snow in the East Fjords, the ridge vanishing in the fog.The end of the line for the day: surf on the rocky coast in the fog.White streaks of surf run along the steep coast of the East Fjords.Churning dark sea off the coast of the East Fjords, foam lying on the water.In East Iceland the road follows the foot of a steep snowy slope, a barrier beside it.Poles and wires stand on the brown plain, remnants of snow along the edge.The wet Ring Road between hills, snow still on the verges.Dense clouds pile up over a snowy summit and leave little of the sky clear.Beneath dark clouds the road heads for a valley between snowy mountains.The white centre line points at the snowy mountain.Two Icelandic horses run across brown ground, snowy slopes behind them.To finish: chunks of ice in the surf in the blue evening light.
