As I came to the intersection of Route 41 and Route 1, I started north, before turning east on the 36. What hit me was nothing short of instantaneous beauty. The land had a mood about it – it was old, and knowing, and wise, yet tempestuous. I couldn't take my eyes off of the scenery, and with no cars around, I stopped on the side of the road here and there, taking some of the photos seen above. I decided it was time to turn back after a couple of hours of roaming and random hiking (for better vantage points), because the sun had begun to swiftly set on me.
I passed mountains, and fields, and fjords, and small villages, with each and everything entrancing me in its mesmerizing, yet curious allure. After about an hour's drive, I found myself in the small fjord-side town of Borgarnes, where I found these lovely wild horses (just outside of the town limits). I was driving a little too fast, to be honest, and when I saw this triumphant white horse, I slammed on the brakes, snagged my camera, and took off running. Thankfully, I was blessed with the powerful shot you see above. I will never forget how emotional I became, from standing in the cold, and just watching, analyzing, and letting their power impress upon me, and who I am. Perhaps it's the power of the earth, or God, or something else – I know not.