Jökulsárlón, Iceland

there is something spiritual about floating on a glacier lagoon, air so cool and crisp it literally takes your breath away.
once we made it away from the shore and the rubber dinghy’s engine cut, it was silence… interspersed by the occasional call of birds overhead and the cracking of the icebergs as they swayed, creaked & settled on themselves on their slow journey from the glacier to the sea.
we witnessed lines of time in the layers of ice; thousands of years right in front of us. ash from past volcanic eruptions.
harshest winters of clear ice and warmer summers in cloudy colour.
a kaleidoscope of time and an environmental barometer.
Iceland is literally the land of fire & ice.
it was one of the best adventures we’ve had.
and eating a chunk of thousand year crystal ice fished straight from the lagoon was incredible!
my view…Jökulsárlón icebergs

this is me…. @thisismelly

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Mel @thisismelly lives a life of adventure, gets lost in farmer’s markets, regularly indulges in movies, loves to whip up gourmet meals in the kitchen, swears that one day she will learn to speak French properly, adores candles and fresh flowers, married her high school sweetheart, visited 19 countries and counting, fears an apocalyptic rage-virus, regularly spoils her cavoodle Harley, loves walking along the harbour, is decorated with ink, muddles her right & left, seasonally switches between blonde and brunette, has soul-mates, favours painted nails & dangly earrings, always orders the 'plateau de fromages', is obsessed with British or Scandinavian crime fiction, detests creepy-crawlies & people who take too long to order coffee, gives terrible directions, makes up crazy dances for her devilishly handsome husband, believes in good, would always be dressed in Saint Laurent, Gucci & Chloe if she could, adores Tex-Mex & Japanese, loves the smell of rain & evening jasmine, may be addicted to Instagram&Pinterest, is always on the hunt for a really good macchiato, is James Taylor’s biggest fan, gets rowdy with tequila, dreams every night, takes pickles, jalapeños & dried fruit for movie snacks, would hate a world without French champagne, adores Pantone 1765, almost always wishes she was lying on the sand in the sun, is an inconsistent Paleo convert and although she is a hopeless Francophile she will forever be smitten with Sydney.

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