In April, everywhere you look you can see white – rushing waterfalls, breaking waves, snow capped mountains, ice-floes, steam above the sulphur lagoons and clouds.










Sally Wakelin – Studies in Creativity
Paintings, drawings, sculpture and writing
In April, everywhere you look you can see white – rushing waterfalls, breaking waves, snow capped mountains, ice-floes, steam above the sulphur lagoons and clouds.










Without sunshine its quite hard to find real blues in the landscape, luckily we did have three days of good sunshine, the glacier and the ice-floes came to life in the sun.






Yellow is not really evident in the landscape at the end of winter in late March, the dominant colour is a the pale straw colours of swathes of dried grasses, having been flattened and and preserved by thick layers of snow throughout the long dark winter. In some place there are just the first small shoots of the green to come. We were lucky also to see, at much closer range than usual, a group of seals, yawning and stretching in the warm sun. We were fortunate with the weather too, three days of bright sunny weather, though still low temperatures.
The beaches, where one might expect to see yellow sand are a surprise, as they are all black volcanic sand and pebbles.





Often when driving along the strait flat roads on the volcanic planes, I saw red rust like stains in the frequent drainage channels, so I presume there is red oxide in the soil but mostly the red one sees is in rusting objects such as corrugated roofs of agricultural buildings and the like.
An old hose reel in a disused petrol station
The basalt rock stacks which were once part of the Reynisfjall cliffs at Vik, now eroded by weather.
A strange section of rusting metal I found on the beach at Reynisfjall, I upturned it to photograph it seen between the basalt stacks.
This is how I came across it, nestled into the black volcanic sand and stones on the beach. I left it standing proud in the landscape.

A viewing platform at a waterfall, a superbly geometric foil to the randomly rushing water .
And finally the glorious red of the sunset over the extraordinary cliffs at Nupar, Kalfafell.
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