Dances with wolves…I mean Siberian Huskies at Winterdance Dog Sled Tours in Haliburton, Ontario.
Iceland Saga’s
Sample images of the Iceland Saga’s photography series by Kirk Readings
Trees of the Mist
As we approached Whiteface Mountain we could see the summit was shrouded in mist. We knew we wouldn’t be able to have the vast views a clear day would provide but we weren’t going to let that stop us. I am glad we didn’t because the rolling clouds over the trees provided endless moody compositions.
Whiteface Mountain- Lake Placid, New York
Oh Deer
Choose Happiness
Dying light over Dyrhólaey
“A dream is the bearer of a new possibility, the enlarged horizon, the great hope.” – Howard Thurman
A look back to the last days light on the cliffs of Dyrhólaey, Iceland. Can’t wait to be back in October for the Aurora Borealis.
A big congrats to Iceland for making it into the final 16 of the Euro Cup!
Fly with me
They came out of the mist on an icy wind, and froze the blood of lesser men
Kirkjufell Mountain
Just outside the small town of Grundarfjörđur on the north coast of the Snæfellsnes Peninsula stands the beauty that is Kirkjufell Mountain. The rain and wind were horrendous but with Kirkjufellfoss in the foreground and the storm clouds over the mountain I could not resist the hike out to capture the essence of a Kirk filled frame haha.
Kirkjufell – Iceland
Jökulsárlón
Our stop at the glacial lagoon of Jökulsárlón was pretty brief but the walk along the shores was incredibly breathtaking. Fed by the terminus of Breiðamerkurjökull the icebergs slowly drift with the tide from the lagoon out to the Atlantic. Some end up drifting back into a nearby beach but the majority enjoy their new found freedom and slowly become apart of the ocean.
I could’ve spent hours here and come October I will be doing just that! Flight back has been booked, so I shall see you the first week of October you frozen iceberg beauties.
Jökulsárlón Glacial Lagoon – Iceland
“Kind-Horn”
Meet “Kind-Horn” an Icelandic Ram from the farm at Nýpugarđar Guesthouse. I named him because of how kind he was to trot over and let me take his portrait while the thousands of others I saw on the trip would simply run away. What amazes me about the Icelandic sheep is that they carry the same genetics as the sheep from over 1100 years ago when they were brought over from Norway. It is a common theme here that history prevails everywhere you look.