Chapel on a hill.
At the edge.
The farm Gröf and its church in the Skaftártunga region of south Iceland are the gateway to the Highlands. Past this point is the beginning of the wild and lonely Nyrðra-Fjallabak (meaning “North-Behind-the-mountains”) route.
A Swiss delight.
These vignettes were collected during a leisurely stroll through the old quarter of St. Gallen, Switzerland. The overcast morning was ideal, teasing out the rich colours of this exquisite town.
All the photos were taken with the EOS 5D Mark III and the 24-105L lens.
Now to the Altstadt.
Note the Oriel window below, characteristic of the Old Town.
These are scenes from an eventful monsoon morning in Goa in August 2012. The first two images were taken during the ferry crossing on River Mandovi, moments before the clouds unloaded their cargo. The rest happened on the island of Divar across the river. In the second photo, all the major monuments of Old Goa can be seen.
Childhood in rural Iceland.
I was wandering one afternoon in the village of Hofsós on Skagafjörður when Ívar Breki showed up. He appointed himself my guide as we explored the basalt columns of Staðarbjargavík down by the shoreline. The cheeky little monkey put on quite a show with his antics. We ended the session with some fine Icelandic ice cream before going our separate ways.