East Fjords, Iceland

For two weeks I lived in Stöðvarfjörður, a remote fishing village in the East Fjords. (Although remote isn't saying much - just about everything in Iceland is remote.)

I worked on a sustainability project with a group of volunteers, and although oddly enough most of the work consisted of picking blueberries on the hills outside of town (for use in pies, jam, cakes, dyes, yogurt, ice cream and anything else conceivable) I often found myself with spare hours to wander the foggy hills alone and revel in the ever-watchfulness of the land.