I landed in Reykjavik, Iceland amidst a full-on gale with 70mph winds. My hats off to the pilot.  My guide picked me up at the airport in a Toyota Landcruiser with large moon tires and asked me what I would like to see.  I replied, “…the sun.”   “Sorry my friend there is no sun in the forecast for you, just rain and wind.”  And he wasn’t kidding.   We journeyed along the only road east to try to get some kind of abatement from the punishing weather, and alas I could at least open and close my car door in the 30mph wind.  It rained and howled my entire Iceland trip making photography almost impossible.  Sunrise and sunset where meh, and the waterfalls were less than graceful with the flooding from the rain.  On our last day, I asked my guide to drive up onto the beach, so I could at least try to photograph the icebergs that washed up along the volcanic sand beach.  I walked out to the beach and was instantly soaked from the wind and rain, but there was one thing I did notice the rain did to the ice.  It polished the ice to a glass like sheen and I thought a black and white photo with the “Ice Glass” might make a great modern abstract photo.  I set up and tried to wipe my lens from the rain drops between wave breaks and finally I got my pic.  I walked back to the truck where my guide was warm and dry.  I climbed in and he asked, “Did you get it?”  To which I replied, “Meh…”