Iceland is constantly cooked in mud-pots, brewed in geothermal waters and baked in such a ferocious furnace that Hell looks like a campfire. It's being ripped apart with a force that moves continents. It has grinding and groaning glaciers to cool down this cocktail of smoldering lava and ash cloud inferno.

Yet Iceland is vulnerable and our nature is fragile. Wheel tracks in the moss can last for decades and broken stalagmites are irreparable. The footprints of politics has made scars so severe that they may never fully heal.

My philosophy is to preserve RAW Iceland by capturing its finest moments on camera, present it in a professional manner and share it with the world.