OUR HELL IS A GOOD LIFE

emma & zach // Julian, CA.

It makes me so happy to get hired for work back in the desert, where I can dwell in endless childhood nostalgia and visit old foot prints.

If you happen to be flying Iceland Air anytime soon, be sure to crack open the inflight entertainment magazine located in the seat back pouch, right in front of you. You might just see something that looks like these images right up here. I just attained a very important personal goal. I am going to be a published photographer. 

Im going to be an uncle, to a child created by the love and adoration of two very, VERY special people to me.

Iceland, I've missed her.

Home was where your heart was.

S U N D A Y P O U R S (at Reykjavík Roasters)

Miracles don't exist in us // We just wish ourselves away

at Jökulsárlón Glacial Lagoon

These bones are mere accessories. (at Skógafoss)

And if you're in love / Then you are the lucky ones (at Somewhere in Iceland)

So you want to live on the countryside / Bar through the windows / Open wide / You want to feel a little fire light / Maybe where the land and the sea collide (at Black Sand Beach, Vík)

And all this like a message comes to shift my point of view / I'm watching through my own light as it tints the shade of you (at Somewhere in Iceland)

Standing tall on your horizon / Guiding you home to me (at Dyrhólaey)