"On our third morning in Iceland we awoke early to falling snow. Signs advised that driving to Fjaðrárgljúfur canyon was not recommended due to the weather and so, after some breakfast, we left our cabin opting to travel by foot instead. Snowfall from the night before had already left most of the landscape layered with white and looking out to the horizon it was sometimes difficult to see where sky met land. Visible in the distance, a waterfall rumbled, breaking the silence in an otherwise still landscape. We were able to experience the surroundings in relative solitude; a stranger in a red coat was our only company, contrasting the pallet of muted winter tones and momentarily providing some scale for the towering canyon walls."