Guess who’s back in Australia from their month long trip in Europe. Yep, me. Uhh.
I’m currently having that Gilmore Girls moment where you don’t want to open your mail to because it means you’re REALLY back. (but I mean, what if I miss my first day at Yale- I probably should open it..)
"Jet-lag sucks", I whisper to myself in the dark.
Tomorrow morning I catch the plane back to Sydney. I can’t believe this holidays is over!
"I had the pleasure of visiting Björk and her son in September 1993 in Iceland. As soon as I saw him, I was fascinated by how similar they looked. Björk was an excellent host, cooked at her home and showed me around. Of course we went to the Blue Lagoon where we made this picture. We were all in the water, and a second after I took this photo, the boy splashed my camera full of water. There’s tons of salt in those hot springs, so I wasn’t too happy about it. But I knew I had a good picture, and forgave him pretty quickly."
Moonrise over Esja, a winter afternoon in Reykjavík. December 2010.