Happy 2019, everyone! To kick off the new year, I’ve added 5 of my favorite captures from my latest Antarctic expedition to my print shop. Snag 20% off when you order before Jan. 12!
All photos are 14”x11” and printed on premier luster-finish paper. Available with or without border.
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“Pasillo, medio, o ventana?” The man working at the Aerolineas Argentinas check-in desk asks me as I place my big blue suitcase on the scale.
I give him a look that says, “Are you kidding me?” He chuckles.
“Lo siento,” he replies through a knowing smile. “Pasillo o ventana?”
And there it is. I’m convinced that there’s two types of people in this world: the window-seat people and the aisle-seat people.
(This is Part 2 of my Summer in Iceland post. Click here for Part 1!)
Sometime at the end of May, I found myself on a ferry, making my way from the Snæfellsnes Penninsula to the West Fjords, the most remote region of Iceland…
Out the porthole on the lower deck.
After traveling the entirety of Iceland’s Ring Road, which took me on a journey around the whole country, it was time to settle into the second half of my trip: a month in the tiny, isolated town of Þingeyri. Þingeyri (pronounced “thingeyri”) is located along the coast of the fjord Dýrafjörður. The terrain was as wild as wild gets: towering mountains seemed to shoot straight out of the ground, cliffs dropped off into the ocean, and a thick milky fog drifted in and out of the fjord with the tide.
This is a post I’ve been scared to make. I’ve been putting it off – not because I didn’t want to write about my experience or because I didn’t have enough to say, but because I didn’t know how to put it into words.
For those of you who are new to my work, I just recently returned from a two-month visit to Iceland. I was there to immerse myself in another culture and to make art, both images and video. This was my first time living semi-longterm in another country, and I was nervous. I’m always up for a new adventure, but I simply didn’t know what to expect from this experience. In the days leading up to my departure, I made it up in my mind to go in without any preconceived notions of what this chapter of my life might hold.
Spoiler, this trip was incredible – in every aspect of the word. In fact, I have so much to say about my time in Iceland, that I’ll be splitting this post up into two parts. This is part one, in which I’ll talk about my road trip around the country.
Just got back from the dopest cabin stay ever. This little guy is probably the cutest open-air cabin in all of Vermont:
(Those string lights are the best.)
Tanglebloom Cabin is the perfect “glamping” spot nestled away on the prettiest Vermont flower farm. A firepit, screened in walls, a squeaky clean outhouse, privacy thanks to the beautiful surrounding forest… What more could you ask for? Finn and I agree that this little gem couldn’t have been better. Waking up to the sounds of wildlife and the warm sun shining in felt like heaven on earth.