
Iceland. Never has the essence of a country so closely resembled the way in which I see the…

January 2010. New Years resolutions and a new found determination to drown myself in my photography again turned…

Step after step we climb the steep mountain path, focusing, meditating, concentrating. The rain dripping through the trees…
“But what is there, west of the sun?” I asked. She shook her head again. “I don’t know.…

Step after step we climb the steep mountain path, focusing, meditating, concentrating. The rain dripping through the trees…