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.
It’s always a great day to walk out on the shore of the sea, where the seals and eiðars once swam. The sea might change its level, but that’s a bonus for us.
Neskaupstaðir
And the eiðars demonstrate just what it was like here long ago.
Easy does it!
Wildflowers taking the place of eiðars.
I think the pictures speak for themselves.
Big cities, eh. Whew.
Wood adrift, Graffiti and Global Shopping Basket:
Reykjavik
Tree Drifting in Shadow Over Graffiti:
Shrub, Planter and Graffiti Hanging Out:
Driftwood Fence Drifting Into Repositioning Itself as Graffiti
Unaós
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.
One of the great things about trolls is that they have skulls for eyes, which are really other trolls.
And there’s no rule that limits them to two eyes, either!
Iceland has …
… really quite …
… beautiful mud.
Rauðarnes
Simple.
