The plane barely touched ground on my home turf and I already felt a pang of longing to go back. For the past couple of days, I had been formulating a plan in my head to return to this place, even though I had not even left yet. But this was Iceland: the dream destination for many photographers and travelers alike who have a keen appreciation of the vast open and remote landscape. . . .
The daylight was just breaking. It was 0915 and the predawn hour would last at least another twenty minutes in this Icelandic winter season. We stepped on the mud and snow covered path carefully, making sure not to slip on the ice hiding below the surface layer. It was a cold, but windless morning, a perfect moment to say goodbye to the horses we had met the day before. . . .