Ahh yes, the Icelandic Horse. Famed for their beauty, their charm and their long-flowing majestic Fabio-esque locks. For years I’ve seen dramatic photos of Iceland’s famed horses cutting the most perfect poses. At times they’d feature wild eyes and a raw untamed beauty which seemed to practically whisper “Iceland”. Other photos feature raven colored locks blown by the wind and snow that would surely put even Jon Snow to shame. Though, one can’t muse on Jon Snow’s obsidian locks without also paying homage to the rugged feminine beauty of Ygritte, but she too faces the most flattering of challengers in the bonfire-lit-beauty of many a native Icelandic horse’s flowing ginger mane.
The only problem was…when I got to Iceland, I seemed to find their B team. Who knows, perhaps the others had all been called to the East to film the final two seasons of Game of Thrones. Or, perhaps I just caught them celebrating having survived the final battle in Season 6th. Either way…these were MY Icelandic horses. Crazy beautiful? Or just crazy. I’ll let you decide.
The inbred great grandson of Mr. Ed?
Someone forgot to call?
No, no, please, don’t bother getting up for me.
Look in my eyes and tell me you love me.
Not sure that’s what he meant when he said “I’ve got your back”
Motivational speaker in training?
Everyone’s favorite bar fly.
Cold-Hands! North of the wall… I suppose this one sums things up just-fine?
So, yup. Icelandic horses. Beauty. Grace. Elegance. Charm. Flowing hair.
Want to see the rest of the album? Catch the horses in their full glory and the rest of the shots from Snaefellsnes Peninsula here (color) and here (black and white). Or my photos from the Westfjords here (color) and here (black and white).