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Travel in Iceland often means driving on the 'Ring Road', a -mostly- paved road that follows the coast of the island, sometimes closely, sometimes from far away. There are virtually no other major roads, and in order to travel inland one needs a four-wheel drive vehicle, specially equipped to cross streams (swollen when the snow melts).
Icelandic landscapes are often unearthly: it is a land that lives, a land of volcanoes, steam, glaciers, water and ashes. This portion of the Ring Road, somewhere on the South coast seemed never to end, in fact all the passengers of the car I was driving were sound asleep. I stopped as quickly as I could when we passed these patches of water: they brought some light and broke the monotony of an otherwise black desert of ashes. To reinforce the surreal atmosphere and the feeling of emptiness, I included the yellow sticks and the road's white lines into a symmetric and powerful composition that leads the eye toward what seems infinity.
Icelandic landscapes are often unearthly: it is a land that lives, a land of volcanoes, steam, glaciers, water and ashes. This portion of the Ring Road, somewhere on the South coast seemed never to end, in fact all the passengers of the car I was driving were sound asleep. I stopped as quickly as I could when we passed these patches of water: they brought some light and broke the monotony of an otherwise black desert of ashes. To reinforce the surreal atmosphere and the feeling of emptiness, I included the yellow sticks and the road's white lines into a symmetric and powerful composition that leads the eye toward what seems infinity.