This time last year I was editing photographs from my Iceland trip. Things have slowed down so much due to the pandemic I am finally able to post those photos. Sometimes blessings come in very scary packages.
I have a complicated relationship with traveling. On one hand, air travel is terrible for the environment. On the other hand, I try my best to offset that with my everyday living. On one foot, traveling can broaden your perspective and heart. On the other foot, traveling is building a similar reputation to that of a trophy; something shiny to impress others.
My trip to Iceland did not collect dust on a shelf. I traveled to another country on my own, fully. I gained autonomy and a deep appreciation for Danish baked goods. I would go back just to have another poppyseed muffin from the Sandholt bakery in Reykjavík. When I look at these images below, I remember why I took that trip, what it felt like to be on that trip, and I feel whole all over again.
They remind me to stay curious and continue being in love with myself, and to never shy away from butter.