White Ice, Black Beach
March, and a storm is brewing. The wind is already howling in from the southern ocean, and Reynisfjara is being hammered by increasing surf.
The river flowing across the beach from Dyrhólaós carries chunks of ice into the sea, the wave action throws them back onto the black sand.
Above us and below the clotted clouds, seabirds ride the wild wind; otherwise, we are alone.
From Dyrhólæy, Vík í Mýrdal in southern Iceland.
@mo@icelandphotos.co.uk Fantastic, almost otherworldly!