The terrain in Iceland was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. It truly feels like the ground is still forming in places (and it actually is: along the Mid-Atlantic Ridge for instance, the ground is moving apart and together by incremental but significant proportions every year). I encountered dark, porous lava rock, snow-covered mountains, icy ponds, white-blue mineral rich hot pools, the glassy Atlantic ocean, a giant crevasse-like waterfall. There are some trees in Reykjavik, but not many outside of it. After scanning many long views of landscapes, it's hard to put your finger on what feels like is missing, and then you remember trees . The trees you are so used to seeing are missing. The very first thing I did upon venturing away from the airport when I arrived was to head to the Blue Lagoon. My inherent suspicion of all things touristic created mid- to low-expectations for the place. I arrived on the morning of my birthday, I couldn't check into my ho
"In the midst of winter I found in me an Invincible Summer." - Camus ...On exploring strength in its many forms: strong people, strong writing, strong curiosity, obsessions, stances, and loves. Strength as a concept wide enough to encompass fear, truth, vulnerability, and joy.