I often feel out of place in this travel blogging world. I didn’t get into it because I love to write, and I don’t plan to make a living freelance travel writing or managing social media accounts.
I’m normally extremely skeptical of photography contests, and for several reasons. For one, my rational black-and-white thinking brain doesn’t know how to handle the subjective world so well. It always goes bonkers whenever people make a fuss over photos I’ve taken that I felt were mediocre.
In a place as stunning as Iceland, it’s not all that difficult to take good photos. The majestic waterfalls, rugged coastline, and vibrant mountains pretty much set the scene up for you – all you have to do is press the shutter and boom.
Not too long ago, I admitted to falling into a travel routine which finds me doing predictable Lindsay-esque things whenever I explore a city, whether new or my own: seeking out the good coffee, walking as much as possible, and being frugal with food and accommodation costs.