Westfjords

From my first trip to Iceland what got stuck in my mind wasn't the pretty and misty waterfalls, the glacier lagoons under the midnight sky or the colorful puffins flying to its cliffs. Despite being "drunk" for some time with those iconic images "my Iceland" was different, was all about scale: the scale of its landscape and when compared to the people who make it their home, the scale of how those people have chosen to live so far apart. My Iceland was open spaces and loneliness, and when the return to the island was a sure thing there was only one place I had to be: the remote Westfjords.