Ten years ago I picked up Haldor Laxness’ book Under the Glacier, a superb (and absurd) piece of literature that explores topics of religion, spirituality, and the clash of modernity with tradition at Snæfellsjökull, the Snæfells glacier on Iceland’s western peninsula.

I think it’s in no small part thanks to Laxness’ gem of a book that I found my way to Iceland earlier this month, traveling with my dear friend Mr. Andrew Frist to celebrate our 30th birthdays, and two decades of friendship.

One of these days I’ll get around to posting more photos … in the meantime, check out Drew’s images of our trip.