One of the climaxes of our trip to Iceland was visiting the famous Gullfoss waterfall attracting landscape and travel photographers from all over the world every year. It happened so that we were extremely lucky and had much fun capturing the superstar destination. This is how it all happened:
On one sunny Icelandic morning we drove to the west from Reykjavik. Due to the inexperienced navigator, or the happy
chance of her inexperience, the chosen route was not a touristic one, as it later appeared. It lead us through the golden, green, red fields of total desertion our eyes had never seen before and glorious snowy mountains that never left our view! The deeper we went into the island, the more we felt the freezing wind. It was +2 degrees, but the wind made it feel like -10. Between the golden and red fields we came across a power plant on sulphur springs, a remote farm with friendly furry horses and a lake. Majestic half frozen, but yet alive lake, with the pebble shore and the voice from the past, from ancestors who enjoyed its views and bore its freeze.
