More than ten years ago, I pointed a camera at a landscape for the first time. I haven't put it down since.
For a long time, photography was something I carried with me—a hobby with gaps, with pauses, and with life in between. But slowly, the camera stopped being something I brought on trips and became something I couldn't leave without.
I don't look for technical perfection. I look for the feeling of standing in that place—the weight of the silence, the sense of being completely lost and entirely alive at the same time.
For years, I watched other photographers travel to Iceland. It felt unreachable. So I did something different—I came to live here. To discover it slowly, in the rain, the snow, and the wind that reminds you that this place is real and extraordinary.
This is still a dream. I'm just lucky enough to be inside it.
Svödufoss | Iceland
64°53'55.8"N 23°48'48.6"W