The West Fjords in 3D

NOTE: The photos in this post are stereoscopic and can be viewed in 3D by crossing one’s eyes to merge the two photos together into a central 3D image. For more information on stereoscopic photography follow this link.

There are more sheep than humans in the West Fjords and they are wild on the land from June until September. Photo: Meghan Riley 2018

Photos often flatten the landscape and shrink the majestic. The other night after the sun had set and was starting to rise again in the northwest, I looked to the east and saw a very large and round silver-golden moon rising in a pink sky above a purple cloud. The moment was fleeting as the purple wisps of the cloud soon knit a curtain for the moon to hide behind. While the moon could still be seen, I sat in awe and shrugged off the urge to grab my phone to take a picture. Some beauty cannot be captured.

Though I often do try.

Clouds blanketing the sea in the West Fjords. Photo: Meghan Riley 2018
Sunset at the top of the fjord while camping in Heydalur. Not long before sunrise. Photo: Meghan Riley 2018

A trip through the West Fjords, I exhausted myself taking photos. What is this urge to capture and collect?

Mountains and sky, snow and ice, birds and sheep, moss and…

Flower embroidery on gravel. Drangajökull Photo: Meghan Riley 2018
Drangajökull glacier under blue sky. Photo: Meghan Riley 2018
Meadow rock in Heydalur. Photo: Meghan RIley 2018
Heydalur Photo: Meghan Riley 2018
We spotted steam rising from the ocean as we approached Reykanes. Photo: Meghan Riley 2018
Reykanes Photo: Meghan Riley 2018
Reykanes Photo: Meghan Riley 2018
Valley at Drangajökull glacier. 9pm Photo: Meghan Riley 2018

It is all very beautiful: Looking far and wide across the fjords or close to the etchings of lichen on a rock. My senses are together braiding my experience, reaching out all around me to take it in.

Bird song, gurgling water, wind, the smell of snow…

Bird song. Heydalur Photo: Meghan Riley 2018
The smell of snow and sunshine. Photo: Meghan Riley 2018

A photo will never fully capture any of this. But it is a trigger to remember these sensations; a doorway through which to someway return.

Turf house, West Fjords Photo: Meghan Riley 2018