Welcome to Iceland. That’s the West Fjords on the upper left. There’s more blue there than in most of the rest of the world put together.

See? Very blue indeed.
Well, blue or not, it’s separating, due by the looks of it to forces that are stretching the country out of shape. Here’s an aerial map I found in Skutustaðir.
Must have fallen out of the door of þor’s 4×4.
…but the sheep still come, hefted to the mountain …
… and to the sea. (To them, the road is nothing.)
The sheep of the sea? Ah yes, these are stone farms.
Winter barely has a grip on the Reydarfjörður shore.
But… sheep of the sea? Is that correct?
No, they are oyster catchers of the land!
If we moved back, they’d still be there to receive us.
Before the Ring Road, this was the highway to the East.
It is now easy to forget that Iceland is many different countries united by isolation. Sometimes the way forward is the way back.
And this is the high-tech version.

Road crew.
If isolation can be connection, can connection be isolation?
Roadside Inn.
When a country becomes a road…
… what then?
This is not a B&W image. This is the sun pooling on the earth. That’s liquid sun there.
It’s black pupil is Iceland. It is watching the night sky. People walk across the eye, this way and that. Some take boats across the sun. They drop lines and nets and pull up the fish of the moon. In Vík, on the South Coast, eternity is never far.