There are places on Earth that seem to belong to another world.
High above Iceland's volcanic wilderness, I watched the landscape unfold beneath me in layers of color, texture and time. Three ancient volcanic forms rose from an immense expanse of black earth, their rims still carrying extraordinary shades of crimson, violet, rust and gold. Beyond them, water carved its way through the darkness before disappearing toward distant mountains beneath a gathering Icelandic sky.
Sarah L. Glabman, from the field. The full story travels with every editorial license.
