White Iceland

A journey through a cold and frozen wonderland

Photography & words by Martijn Droger

Tiny snowflakes find their whirling way from the sky to die a sudden death on my face. Next to me, small waterfalls find their way to the bottom of the mountain. But who is looking? In this country with its amazing waterfalls, the small ones don’t get any attention. The now and then the sound of falling rocks breaks the serene silence of the wind. Small rocks stumble from the hills next to me to find their mates at the bottom. Nature is on the move. Always. A lonely bird crosses the sky above the glacier in front of me. A birds view must be even better here.

Thank you for being my audience.