Here is the great lone volcano and glacier, looking North from Londrangar. In this shot, it has a cloak of lava and moss spread at its feet.
Here it is a few minutes later, with human alteration: a farm!
It’s a stunning spirit, any way you look at it.
The open gate, the graveyard arch, such honour, the road still used though the turf house is gone, the flowers blooming, the sea coming in gently, the willows opening up. Such welcome!
Reydarfjörður in the month of light.
No ultra modern farming here in the East Fjords, eh.
That’s a traditional Siberian driftwood fence, it is. Sometimes, tradition and thrift are worth much more than capital investment.