The Strandir coast of the Westfjords in Iceland exudes a melancholy air. Desolate, remote beaches lined with piles of driftwood washed up from Siberia only add to this sense of foreboding. Veiðileysa is a small inlet just before crossing the pass that leads into the next fjord Reykjarfjörður. Fog moves in less than an…
An array of flat-topped mountains, their snouts dipped in the fjord, punctuated by valleys is the signature sight of Iceland‘s Westfjords. This image of one such mountain, Hvestunúpur (531 m), was taken on Arnarfjörður. A better appreciation of the scape can be had from the air, and such a view is seen below in…
We got to the beach at Jökulsárlón a little after sunrise on the morning of Oct 17, 2010. Inscribed on the seascape before us was a ribbon of divergent lines. Recognizing the ephemeral quality of Nature’s geometric moods, I quickly composed a few frames. Barely able to contain myself, I then advanced towards an iceberg…
I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me….
Siridona is a small fishing village in Goa, by the bay where the Zuari river drains into the Arabian Sea. It is spelled variously as Siridão and Shirdona. This photo essay recalls a quiet evening that my father and I spent there in early 2008. The village folk were out and about, some digging for…
