Böggi: The road home. Approaching the village where I grew up, it always feels like the nature takes a deep breath and the explodes in beauty.
Böggi: Contrasts.
Böggi: Worth every second....
Böggi: Squall
Böggi: Like Lego farms in a grownup landscape.
Böggi: I'll defend my children against any threat!
Böggi: Somebody is still awake in the house on the hill.
Böggi: Íris sleeps
Böggi: Epcot!
Böggi: A brush of light!
Böggi: There is someting hiding under the snow cover
Böggi: Hrútafell - Ram hills.
Böggi: Seljalandsfoss in afternoon glory
Böggi: Insignificance
Böggi: The range - Isle of Skye
Böggi: Thundering!
Böggi: A path well worn
Böggi: Step by step
Böggi: Uphill, always just uphill... No quarter given, no shortcuts, no respite. Just new set of steps going nowhere.
Böggi: Silver curves.
Böggi: The road to a fairytale.
Böggi: Quiet!
Böggi: In the maze of the old town crossroads are everywhere
Böggi: "Ulllaaa"
Böggi: Five! There was light behind five windows.... but eyes behind more as the grunged night fell.
Böggi: Hanging around
Böggi: Swirling
Böggi: Last rays of last days of autumn.
Böggi: Local showers can be expected!
Böggi: Hope!