Having spent some of the prior day at wandering at an inconspicuous glacier lagoon, I ran into another photographer that mentioned Jökulsárlón had been 'clogged up' by a wind storm a few days prior. So while on my way to Guesthouse Gerdi, I checked in. Yes, the lagoon was still visually stunning, but photographically a mess. For any future travelers, Guesthouse Gerdi is one of the closer places to the lagoon, often you'll find a gaggle of photographers there as they hope for interesting weather over the lagoon. With everything considered, my focus was drawn to the black beaches along the ocean.
Ice breaks off the glacier, wades in the lagoon, floats down the channel, the ocean then kicks the ice onto the black beach.
Looking back toward Jökulsárlón, I may have stumbled on to a Banksy. Not sure.
Before beginning my trek west, I checked in on the lagoon. The scale was incredible, much larger than the other lagoon. See the ducks?
I headed back to Hvolsvöllur. As the day progressed, weather worsened. Grey gloom is one thing but the rain just made everything cold and miserable. That said, I went waterfall chasing. Ended up on someone's property, and quickly shuffled off. The architecture of real world Iceland is incredible. Strong, functional, punch of color, and well earned character.
The name of this place escapes me. It's right off the ring road. The story goes, there was an old farm here, that was destroyed by a volcano. It became folklore as travelers pasted by to add a stone to a pile for good luck and safe travels. At some point the Icelandic government put mound of rocks here to support this...this is the result. It's cool.