Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we’ll ride them some day
The song from The Rolling Stones is world famous and I think this frame captures the essence of the imagery that the lyrics may evoke. There was an extreme storm that morning in Southern Iceland and I knew the beach to work from – the black one near the village of Vik. I think the foreground and the background complement each other perfectly. The narrative is consistent throughout the layers of the image – which was the goal.
Wild, wild horses – indeed.