#parrikar

Mot du jour. In less stressful times.

Portraits of rural Goa. I came across Richa Kandolkar and her cow during a drive through Korgaon, a village in North Goa. Added to the Faces of Goa series.

Winter in the Sub-Arctic. The local farmer on his morning walk in Þistilfjörður, Northeast Iceland. Check out the video short below.

Light, Shadow, and Mist come together on this December morning in the paddy fields of Saligao, Goa. A full appreciation of this fleeting interplay is only possible from a drone’s elevated perspective.

The golf clubhouse in Borgarnes glows in the final moments of the day’s sun. In the background looms Hafnarfjall.

Moods of the season. Eyvindarhólakirkja is in the Eyjafjöll region on the south coast of Iceland. The historic Reykjahlíðarkirkja, miraculously spared in the 1729 Krafla eruption, is in the north by Mývatn.

It is the middle of winter right now with its attendant servings of icy winds, gales, blizzards, snow, sleet, and rain. For the hardy souls who make Iceland‘s far-flung northeast corner their home, it

Pure visual melody. The splash of low sub-Arctic sun on the Icelandic landscape is among Nature’s most wondrous displays.

2020 is here. I was out early this morning in Goa.

Organized bullfights, known in Goa as Dhirio, are now illegal. But popular Goan traditions are not going to be reined in by pesky laws. The ‘action’ is now often scheduled in the wee hours of the morning;

Sunset in Goa.

Gleðileg Jól, Feliz Natal, Merry Christmas!

Mornin’ in Goa. In the village of Talaulim.

La plus belle ville du monde. Iceland‘s second-largest city has a population of 18,000.

Northern Lights in Haukadalur á Rangárvöllum.

A city icon. Hallgrímskirkja, on a cold winter’s evening a couple of days ago. The smart little Panasonic LX100 II, with its fast Leica lens, delivers superb low light performance. Would the remarkable

Bon appetit. At the Anant Temple in Savoi-Verem, Goa.

Atmosphere. In northeast Iceland.

The next round of Fall Tales. Disclaimer: No saturation sliders were molested in the making of these images.

I was away in the Icelandic countryside for most of this month in pursuit of Autumn colour. The first installment of Fall 2019 features a scene that I came upon fortuitously. A lone rowan caught my eye