From the black sands of Kirkjufara, they tower up from the turbulent waves: the Reynisdrangar. The wind howls, foam heads roll relentlessly towards the shore, and a misty spray hangs in the air. Not all the pillars are fully visible-the ocean claims parts of them, as legends tell of their origins.
According to tradition, they were once trolls, trying to drag a ship out of the sea in the night. But before they got their spoils, the first sunlight surprised them and petrified their bodies forever. Now they stand there, motionless and untouchable, like petrified sentinels of the Icelandic coast.
Three of the pillars have names: **Langsamur, Landdrangur and Skessudrangur**. Langsamur, the tallest of the trio, rises sharply against the stormy sky, like a spearhead defying the waves. Landdrangur, robust and broad, seems to form the foundation, while Skessudrangur, with a rough and irregular shape, evokes the silhouette of a troll.
The raging surf embraces them with brutal force, splashing like white smoke around their dark forms. Part of their base temporarily disappears in the foaming mass of water, as if the sea wants to reclaim them. But the Reynisdrangar remain steadfast. Century after century, wave after wave.
They are a symbol of indomitable nature, a place where reality and myth merge in the rhythm of the ocean.
My name is Gerry van Roosmalen, photographer and author with a passion for images and stories that touch. After years in the corporate world, I followed my heart and chose photography in 2002. I completed the Fotovakschool in Apeldoorn, specialising in portrait and reportage photography.
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Germany
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Germany
Netherlands
Germany
Netherlands
Netherlands
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