When I landed in Reykjavik three weeks ago, I found a map of Iceland made of stone and ice, frozen in the harbour. It was cold that day, with a strong wind. Now I am in the East Fjords and the wind came up again, and look what I found …
A Map of Iceland in Water and Ice
Still not perfect, but getting there.
Oh, and where am I sending this image from? Here…
All day I’ve been working on Gunnar’s book Inseln im Großen Meer, or Islands in the Wide Sea, which chronicled Gunnar’s trip to the Islands of the Atlantic and the Spanish Mediterranean in 1928. It is a beautiful book, with islands of light appearing out of the great dark sea, which is not just water but childhood and paradise, changing as the light and his mood changes, and always foreboding and dangerous, with the kind of awe usually reserved for God. Today, in East Iceland, though, all that water is more like this …
Last Night’s Photograph of the Night by the Night…
… on a retina of ice.
This, too…
See what Gunnar means?
where would breidavik be?
Way out in the West Fjords… perhaps. There are 4.
There is a place called Hvalautr
I was there – I had tea with a family who my penfriend knew as a kid. I walked back to the hostel and watched a video about a sea rescue of a trawler from my mum’s village in northern england
village – no. sea port FLEETWOOD
You’re lucky that your mum had a seaport in her apron. Mine had apples and she once beat a rattlesnake to death with a corn broom because I was playing with it. It was fun while it lasted.
you were playing with the snake or with the broom? 2 seaports – one in england, one in polska
I was playing with the snake. I was 2. My poor mother. I like seaports, though, wherever they are.