We wake up exhausted. 12 hours of travel and a 5 hour difference from home. Our eyes, confused by the early morning, they search for the clock to figure out the time. The sunlight catches Nicole and I reach for a camera instead. She doesn't want to leave the warm blankets of the hostel for the cold rain of Reykjavik. Neither do I really.
I try to capture these little moments, the times before the long hikes, and before morning coffee. Do we really ever have down time as artists? My mind is always racing. Will the shoot go well? Will I be on my A game? Sometimes it is difficult to be in the moment. You never want to shut off and miss an idea. Though they come when you least expect them. Bleary eyed, jet lagged ideas formed in front of a small window thousands of miles away from home, they wander in when all you are thinking about is breakfast.
The way the light dances across her skin, how beautiful and comfortable she is tucked under the wool blanket, is it really an idea, or just the joy of a moment away from chasing moments?
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