Nashville: East Hill in the Snow


While we don’t get much snow here in Nashville, last year in early January, we got 7-8 inches in one beautiful morning. Then the sun came out, and I walked around my neighborhood, East Hill, enjoying the crisp air and bright, fluffy snow while it lasted.







[35mm taken with my Canon EOS Rebel 2000. Click here for more photos of Tennessee.]

ÍS: Driving to Seyðisfjörður


Seyðisfjörður is one of my favorite little towns in Iceland. Tucked into a cozy valley at the base of a fjord, this artsy community is full of color and quirk. The drive there from Egilsstaðir (a rather mundane city) has merit on its own. A drive up over a mountain provides spectacular views of Egilsstaðir (pictures 3-5), a mountain plateau covered in snow most of the year (above and below), a stunning waterfall (picture 6), and breathtaking views of Seyðisfjörður from above (last two photos).








[35mm taken with my Canon EOS Rebel 2000. Click here for more pictures from my May 2015 trip around Iceland’s Ring Road. Click here for more pictures of East Iceland.]

Dawn Reveals a Winter Wonderland in Reykjavik

A snowy dawn in Reykjavik, Iceland
At the end of January, Reykjavik woke up to a fresh layer of snow. The wind was conspicuously absent, leaving every tree and home trimmed in pristine white flecked with winter sun gold. I took a walk through the winter wonderland at dawn, wandering into the little grove of trees by the pond to catch the day’s first rays of light.

A snowy dawn in Reykjavik, Iceland

A snowy dawn in Reykjavik, Iceland

A snowy dawn in Reykjavik, Iceland

[These photos are unedited, 35mm film shots taken by me with a Canon EOS Rebel 2000.]

A Hot Spring in the Snow

snowy hot pot

Went to Glymur yesterday. It was gorgeous. Then we drove around for quite a while after dark to find a certain heitur pottur (natural hot spring). It was high enough up against the mountains that there was snow on the ground and a fresh layer falling. We parked off a country road, walked up a snowy path, changed into our swimsuits in the freezing cold, and jumped into a delicious hot spring just big enough for five. There were no sounds except a bit of wind and the steady flow of a nearby river. Every now and then the cloud cover drifted away to reveal the stars. They really are brighter here. This picture is just after getting out and getting dressed again as fast as we could before trudging back to the car. This is also a memorial of the last time I saw my favorite watch. RIP trusty timex.