So there we were on a coach trip to the depths of Iceland, well after the morning’s golden hour, and well before the evening sunset.
Iceland was warmer than we anticipated.
Iceland was cold.
It was also dryer than we expected, but the curtain of spray from the waterfall, born by the wind, battered us relentlessly.
Iceland was wet.
I seized both cameras and tripod, and walked around the waterfall, looking for people-less views.
Iceland was popular.
I looked over to my Cherie and caught her smile. I beckoned her closer and swept her up into in my arms, feeling both her warmth and a rising sense of wellbeing.
Iceland was romantic.
Then the sun broke out horizontally from the low lying clouds and spilt golden rays over the countryside.
Iceland was made of magic.
Whatever my aspirations were.
This is my entry to this week’s What Pegman Saw challenge. I’m really looking forward to reading all the other entries this week. I’ve added a few photos above from when my wife and I visited Iceland last year. Magic is the word.