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.
I wanted to know was it was like to float alone in silent space. To be weightless. To walk on an alien planet. To feel time stand still.
Although my astronaut dream eventually faded into a childhood memory, my desire to visit another world did not. As much as I love the ocean, the mountains, the depths of a redwood forest… the desert will always have a special place in my heart.
My name is Emily Boe Lee, and I’m an adventure travel photographer currently calling Boston, Massachusetts my home. I specialize in landscape and lifestyle, but I’m always experimenting with something new. I shoot digital, but sometimes film.
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