Óndverðarnes in Snæfellsjökull National Park
This is one worthy of being placed in the Icelandic folk song (and Gunnar’s book) Vikivaki, which is a dance with the dead. The point is that they are not dead. Not really.
Here is an English posted by a non-native English speaker for other non-native English speakers. It marginally makes sense.
Yes, Images Have a Life of Their Own
That night image, is that Iceland? With a spruce and poplar forest along a still waterway? Have you seen that anywhere in Iceland? Fortunately, the ability to communicate clearly and with ironic depth remains, as the woman in red on the lower right, demonstrates, manipulating darkness for her own ends.
An Icelandic barn at Selvogur, on the Atlantic,
The Icelandic barn as presented to tourists in Reykjavik. Notice the red logo and the warm red roof, and the cold Icelander you just probably want to take home and warm up with some tomato soup.
No problem. Money will solve that.
Stir it all up together in the pot and what do you get? Well, this June, it was an American barn, teleported downtown.
All this has an effect on the eternal soul.