Photo: Decayed Passenger Ship, Djupavik, Iceland

One of the only quiet nights in 8 days, accompanied by the fluffy coat of a soft snowfall. I spent 2 hours there, on my side or on my back in different spots on the wet black rocks of the Djupavik shore, right alongside the road, waiting for the right light, capturing every possibility i could in the time i had. This evening i felt like a lost man (or woman) finding some treasure that i couldn't take with me because of it's size and quantity.