There’s the pretty one.
Borgarfjörður Eystri
And across the street, the rusty one. All the fish are gone. Beautiful, though.
With ruins in the foreground.
And weird driftwood art.
Neither is Iceland, though. That’s something the Icelanders keep to themselves. What they present to you in its place are charms and gestures.
You know, stuff you remember from the world.
A Farm in Iceland 
Bottom picture, is that Wild Parsnip? It’s a major skin irritant here. And do you know the name of the plant growing on the stream-bank with the slightly cupped leaves? thank you.
Hi, more commonly one finds Angelica in Iceland. It’s everywhere. This, however, is dock. Yellow probably, by the look of it. As for the cupped leaves, I don’t have the original with me today, but when I do I’ll have a closer look. Best, Harold