This is probably my favorite sketch from the entire trip. We were on the runway in Iceland, getting ready for take off and I looked past my friend (who was in the window seat) to the beautiful stark landscape of Iceland.
There was a large white plume of steam, miles away on the horizon. I realized in a flash it was a geyser; Iceland is very geothermal. My fat journal was stowed away at my feet in my pack. The gentleman sitting next to me had already staked out a good portion of my living space with his newspaper. I was just able to reach down and pull out that thin notebook of gridded paper and quickly sketch the scene. The plane was already turning as I slapped on the paint.
This sketch brings everything about that moment, and my impressions of the beauty of the Icelandic landscape back to me. It's the best example I can think of for why I keep a journal.
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