Posts Tagged ‘Vix’

Another Day at the Beach

No one except a photographer would consider today a beach day. We had the usual weather at the Black Sands Beach; low 30′s with stinging ice crystals, gusting winds to 40 MPH, you know the usual constant drizzle that keeps you soaked and spots your lens, thats what I am talk ing about. Oh my Gaud was it amazing!

Ice and Wind

Ice and Wind

After our morning at the beach, we head back to Vix, where Icelandic hotdogs and licorice awaits, and behind the M1 (gas station/restaurant,) the famous Vix sea stacks. Lucky we were there as the sun peeked through for a precious moment, illuminating the sky behind those rockstars in the ocean.

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Icelandic Sagas and Myths

Still no Northern Lights but at least this morning started with the most beautiful sunrise sky I’ve seen in a long time.

When you get up in the morning to a day that starts like today did, you have to believe that it’s going to be a good day. And it was. Funny how a day in Iceland in the middle of winter can bring out the most amazing sights.

On the road, a full van packed with camera gear and luggage, our next stop was back to a beach that was almost too difficult to photograph a few days ago; Vix. The black sands originate as ash from the volcanoes that are commonly erupting all over the country. This black ash is the beach and that’s why it’s black. The sea stacks which used to be the center of larger structures loom in the distance, distinctly marking the territory for all to see.

Some of the most violent waters in the country are here where yesterday we met a fellow traveler (photographer) who was dragged into the sea while making a photo. His $35,000 camera was destroyed. So this is a dangerous place. And today it was calmer than normal, so we were lucky.

But, there’s two caves here on the beach, one very easy to reach and the other, hidden yet available at low tide. This is where the tides are fierce, too high today but others have died here. One of these caves is the source of an Icelandic Saga about a man who came to the beach one night to hear music in the cave, but it was covered with seal skins. He approached the cave and peeked inside and saw several beautiful young women dancing in the nude, so happy and care free. He watched for a while then decided to take with him a beautiful seal skin and brought it to his home, locked it in a foot locker and wore the key around his neck, and went to sleep.

 

The next morning, he decided to go back to the cave and see if he was dreaming. Inside was a young girl huddled and shivering with her arms wrapped around her knees. He cradled her in his arms, took her back to his home and cared for her gently. As the days wore on, they fell in love and had 7 children together building a life together. One day, he left to go fishing and while on the ocean noticed that he left his locker key at home.

Upon return, the locker was opened and his beautiful wife was gone. Sad waas he for many weeks, but soon returned to his boat and began setting his nets against the tide. Miraculously his nets filled with fish and they were the biggest, most finest fish he’d ever seen. The seals surrounded his boat all the way home and he felt her love had returned to the sea.

Poor guy, stuck with 7 children to raise on his own. That’s what you get for kidnapping a mermaid – smile.

Credit for this wonderful story goes to Stefan Helgi Valsson, Tour Guide Extraordinaire!

 

Water: Rain, Falls and Ocean

Today is a tale of how wet can it get. Now, don’t for one second think I didn’t know it would be wet, I did. In fact, the weather report was very direct. Tuesday = Rain.  So I don’t have to like it, right? Well, I don’t like it at all. But, because today was a travel day, it made it a little more bearable.

The downpours started around the time we arrived at Seljalandsfoss Falls. At first it was just rain. Photographers are OK with rain, as long as it’s not pouring rain or driving rain or heavy wind and rain. So rain was Ok as I set up to make an exposure.

It looked OK but it was dull without a lot of contrast, so I decided to start in another direction. As I did, the sky began to open and I changed direction again and headed back to the van. As I approached, I saw a group of photographers looking at something so I wanted to see what they saw.

I find this amazing; If 10 photographers saw the same thing and all of them make a photo, not one would be the same, probably not even similar. So I made mine and started back.

Now the rain was coming down in sheets, buckets, gallons; the sky opened and there were were… headed into a gas station for a bathroom break and a snack. Down the road was the entrance to the black beach, not THE black beach, there are many in Iceland. Just this one had the famous sea stack formations called VIX. Should I go down to the beach and make a picture? Why not… It’s just water. No one ever died from a little rain, right? Cancel that.

Suiting up in waterproof pants and coat, thick rubber boots up to my knees, gloves, a hat and face protector I felt like an astronaut in a space suit. I headed down to the beach. Now the wind was really blowing. Needles of ice were pelting my face as I continued to approach the teaming ocean, raging at the sky for what seemed like forever. The wind was almost strong enough to lean into and not fall, but onward. Finally, out of patience and tired of trying to keep water droplets off the front of my lens, I gave up with just one image and not satisfied.

Tomorrow the forecast is for no rain mid-morning and clearing later in the day. Maybe finally we will see Northern Lights.

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