"Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him
When he comes back;"
- #ShakespeareSunday, Tempest
The sunset is picking out detail in the flanks of the mountain and its cap of cloud. Tufts of withering grass scattered across the black dunes are made golden by the low light.
Kambhorn (522m/1712ft) at Stokksnes, #Iceland.
#SilentSunday #StillerSonntag #Iceland2025 #LandscapePhotography #Photography
