Iceland

Iceland's landscape is ever-changing. Sea cliffs, stranded a mile inland, erode into sky. Volcanic black sand coats sparkling ice diamonds. Geysers spurt steam out of the moss-covered ground six times per hour.

I spent a month traveling the country in the dead of winter, reporting on the people who call this country home. I weathered winter storms in a van, reported on the mink hunters of the Snaefellsnes peninsula, sampled fermented Greenlandic shark in Arnarstapi (a mistake), and visited with the nation's glacier guardians at the Icelandic Meteorological offices in Reykjavik.