It was an early morning in late autumn when I crawled out of my tent in front of the famous Skogafoss. It had rained a lot over night, the happier I was about the clear sky and the upcoming sun that would probably take another 30 minutes to rise behind the horizon. I set up my tripod and began to shoot a series of long exposures. A few minutes just me and this majestic waterfall before the first tourists arrived.