A last-minute impulse to seize an invitation from friends led to a fortuitous meeting with Wayne—a fellow traveller, fellow American, fellow nomad living anywhere else but native land, and a fellow reminiscer of the good old days of internet-free India. Through Wayne's eyes and soft-spoken voice, we take you to a special place where solstice keeps the night at bay during this time of the year. Direction Iceland.

– Mona Kim

Frozen Lake, Central Iceland

I have this belief that if we continue visiting new places and new parts of the world, there will always be growth in our lives from the new things we learn and see. As a result, a certain kind of wonder will be kept alive deep inside of us.

My idea to go to Iceland came from this desire to see something completely new. It was a place I only had heard about through old stories like the Sagas and the Edda and seen in photos. The Songs of Ingrid is the name I have given to my different wanderings (or wonderings) around Scandinavia while living there for the past four years. Certain places in the far north have had a stronger attraction for me than the rest: Bergen and Lofoten in Norway, the Faroe Islands, and Iceland. I sometimes associate things with a form of sound, especially experiences. For me, naming a specific experience as a song leaves it with some poetic character, a way to express deep appreciation for being given the chance to have that experience.

My first introduction to Icelandic culture came about seven years ago from a film shot in northwestern Iceland by an Icelandic filmmaker Dagur Kari called Noi Albinoi. The many different shades of muted blues used by the director, the giant snow-covered mountains, the ever-present ice and cold, and the lo-fi soundtrack all left a very strong impression on me, as well as curiosity.

Fast forward to landing at Keflavik International Airport last November, walking out from the airport doors to very wet, very cold air.

The things that are striking about Iceland are the giant open spaces, the extraordinary mountainous landscapes that rise out of the ground, the fact that there seem to be more horses and sheep than people, the reality that stores to buy the most basic of things are few and very far between, the openness of the Icelanders who readily talk about elves and fairies, and the space you seem to have for yourself while traveling around the country. It is so easy to be in the quiet there and let your mind open wide like the big open spaces you find yourself hiking or driving around in.

Village of Vik

Ulfljotsvatn Church

Central Iceland

Wayne Bregulla is a Stockholm-based photographer, painter, and designer. He has affinity to black and white photography, abstract painting and metal work. Wayne is also the owner and creator of Ramakrishna Designs, a small design company selling ethnic jewelry, rare gems and rocks from around the world. He majored in cultural studies and comparative religion at New York University and took courses in painting and illustration at The School of Visual Arts. "In short, my work is about what I find to be beautiful in this world. Myths, dreams, visions, long quiet experiences, the element of water and the color black are all of strong interest to me and how I relate to my work."


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