Markarfljótsgljúfur Canyon is the kind of place you see on a postcard and think: if I stand there, maybe I’ll feel something big. I drove for hours, past sheep and black sand, to stand at the edge and wait for awe to hit. It didn’t. The wind was cold, the silence huge. I took photos I never posted. I kept thinking about how beauty can be so obvious and still not reach you. Sometimes, you travel all this way and realize the view is perfect, but you’re still just you, standing there, waiting for something to change. #Travel #TravelConfessions #NotJustScenery