Every year in early summer Arctic, I'm totally obsessed with the idea of going to lose me again in high Icelandic land, I scan each day the advance of the opening of trails that lead to the interior of the island and I analyze 10 times a day the weather. Last year was full of disappointment because it was the first time I had the financial means to hire a real jeep for a month in order to cross rivers and discover new places down that haunt me for years. Unfortunately last winter, the snowfall persisted until the end of June and the tracks are remained closed. I left my hard earned savings during the year, lost considerable time and energy trying to access it by all means for a month, to no avail. This year was special because I now live in Iceland.. So, I was even more in the meantime, this obsession, this desire to return to that feeling of being ready purpose.. Just a few kilometers. When I'm obsessed with anything at this point, it's terrible because I abandoned everything, my life, my daily life. This is also why I am less active on social networks for some time. Of course, they allow me to develop my projects, to share my adventures with images and convey my photographic vision but eventually they also keep me away from what I'm going to look into the deeper nature bewitched by this need for isolation.. for strangely, all this time behind screens disturbs my power to release my inspirations. Incidentally, I would also like to apologize to the people who follow me here often deserted internet. We often solicits me for a whole lot of things and I often put a lot of time to answer my mails, messages and other collaborations proposals. Having to live my passion compels me to sell me, pushing me to develop the commercial aspect but I realize that linking business and passion is something that is not really consistent with my state of mind ... He must live, I know I do not really have the choice of playing the game but.. I also confess that the spirit of competition that exists in the world of photography 2.0 tires me and upsets me but this is a long ultimately uninteresting. What I'm sure is that I love people well, transparent and coasting along to me that I am.. Especially when passion and friendship must coexist. During this year in Iceland, I had the chance to make great meetings.. Including a beautiful meeting of an Italian photographer in the heart on the hand "Vincenzo Vincenzo Mazza that a similar project life of mine.. Living his passion for photography and our mother nature at 66 ° north. In recent months spent in the darkness of the Arctic winter, we spoke at length of the highlands, stunning scenery you can discover under the beautiful lights of the midnight sun and also moods that I was chance to capture in these mountain regions in recent years. Permanently haunted by the desire to go there together .. We expected that fateful day so hoped that our dream a reality. In recent days, we were not really available and free in our respective lives to give time for a photo trip but we still decide to seize the opportunity of a lull to try to go. We left Reykjavik at full speed around 16:00 Friday afternoon.. After several hours of bumpy roads in glorious sunshine! We arrived at 19.00 invaded by an overwhelming excitement .. The light was incredible! The place offers many photographic opportunities, so we decided to split up and go our side .. Having photographed the low background of this place, I left Vincenzo monopolize them. As usual, I decided not to take the easy and I chose to go for the trek that leads to the highest peak of this place knowing that I could miss me ending head in clouds. Those who know these mountainous regions know as the sun approaches the horizon, the wind picks up and clouds cover the peaks at the speed of light. So I climbed with my worst enemy, I appointed Mr anxiety.. I advanced with undecided in fear at the thought of anything to capture after a long and intense effort! Stubborn as usual, I have nothing away and I'm comforted by telling me that I was privileged to live this moment of isolation in an incredibly beautiful environment and no matter if I had to return empty-handed even after long months photographic thirst waiting. Obviously, the snow still present me not ease the task and I lost a lot of time to make detours. Obviously, during this time the time the wind picked up .. So I delved deep inside myself to find the strength to pick up the pace... Fortunately I prepared myself physically because all winter try go fast on a carpet of unstable or muddy volcanic rocks and slope is not an easy thing but believe I am mas because the harder it is the more I like it. When I finally reached the summit.. Happy and exhausted! The show was amazing, fabulous light, the golden hues.. But no time to breathe, advanced cloud mass apace on me.. So I ran in all directions to find something interesting to capture. There were amazing compositions from around 360, I was crazy .. I just had to capture the moment. Obviously, I barely had time to put the camera on the tripod, to my settings and dial in a hurry that the cloud mass embrace me. The visibility became zero, I did not have no choice but to flee in a hurry while surfing the famous carpet and small volcanic basalt stones with as a snowboard my hiking boots ... Once arrived down my feet were completely burned by friction, the beautiful lights were gone, it was past midnight, the sunset was over so I tried something in the bowels of this place but whatever... It was refueled just 20 minutes with a few home sandwiches in the car.. Tiredness told us to go when the sun finally pointing its nose to 2:30 am and again show us the beauty of the snowy peaks. So we continued to photograph and tirelessly until 10:00 in the morning until the light becomes hard and indomitable. It was time to return as zombies of the night to join Morpheus with head full of images and in the camera..... :)
The Beginning
