“Black sand, basalt cliffs, Reynisfjara looked like a monochrome painting, drawn only with shades of grey and silence.”
“The northern lights, these lights from the North, felt like a curtain of colours dancing with the wind.”
Iceland had always been a dream. I finally visited in September, when the nights return and the light begins to change. The island greeted me with mist, long roads, and black sand. Every place felt untouched, like nature was still drawing its lines.
Our journey started in Sandgerði, a small village near the ocean. From there, we followed the coast to Stokksnes, where sharp mountains rise above dark dunes. We arrived at blue hour. Then, without warning, the sky came alive. The northern lights filled the night. It was our first evening and already, magic.
Driving further east, I reached Diamond Beach. The contrast of ice and volcanic sand created a scene I had only seen in books. The glacier lagoon nearby was quiet, wrapped in fog. Everything felt still. A few birds flew low above the water. I stayed a long time.
In the air, drone photography showed a different Iceland. Braided rivers, glowing yellow and turquoise, moved like painted lines through the land. Fjaðrárgljúfur canyon and forgotten shipwrecks appeared like secrets. From above, the country seemed even more fragile, more powerful.
The south coast was the heart of the journey. Reynisfjara beach looked like a monochrome painting, with its black sand and basalt cliffs.
I walked behind waterfalls, stood inside caves, and photographed myself in a red dress as the wind pulled at everything. The light kept changing : grey, then golden, then green, when the auroras returned. Each place seemed to breathe.
The final days were spent in Snæfellsnes, where Kirkjufell mountain stood under the stars. I watched the northern lights rise again, brighter than ever. They moved like slow fire above the black church of Búðir, the volcano at Hólahólar, and the wild coast of Arnarstapi.
This series holds memories of silence, soft winds, glowing skies, and places where the world still feels pure.
