Then it reveals another world.
Then it turns blue. The other world is still there, but white now.
Then there are colours, and mountains, as the two worlds join.
When you count the houses built at þingvellir each time Iceland enacts a new constitution, that’s three worlds. Well, four if you count the ice.
The photograğhs are amazing and great shots. But especially I loved how you expressed, “at dawn Iceland is four worlds at once”… How great touches for the dawn realities… In the first one the lands hit in the contrast, the second one like a fairy tale land, and in the third one, the road hits, finally dream ends but in a beautiful land (again)… Loved so much. Thank you, have a nice day, Love, nia
Thanks! The way the light unfolded was not what I would have expected!