around Olafsfjordur the week I came at the begining of October.
I don´t usually do selfportrait but, walking alone around town, feeling somehow that I was a tourist until I made this place mine, and not seeing a sould around made me feel a urge to shot at myself in the landscape. Everything is like a painting here, not capturing its magic seemed absurd. This is how all my familiar albums look like actually. And even if I don´t feel as a tourist anymore, I still sense that need of placing myself in this wild nature and taking a picture.