We kept stopping near water on the way back. The turquoise at Brúarfoss with February ice still on the rocks. A hidden chamber at Gljúfrabúi, waterfall filling the whole space. Black sand at Reynisfjara, dried kelp, sea stacks in mist. Then the last day: fence posts across a lava plain, a long bridge, pylons receding toward the mountains. I shot those in black and white. The colour was already gone.
