And with the family car, too!
I think the idea is that if you’re missing a man or two, Bobby Fischer, you can use a lava lump. Like, you know, a joker in a deck of cards.
There are many Icelands. Reykjavik, for instance, shows its pop culture face below.
Akureyri is more mysterious.
It’s Akureyri for me! You?
The land itself is frightening.
Ogre in Njardvik Fog
It watches us and has intent. Well, it does that in Reykjavik, too…
…but at least there one can ignore it.
Humans. The dears need their fantasies!
No lie. Here it is. The trees behind the ferns.
Frakkastigur has always been one of my favourite streets. This just adds to the delight.
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.
I think the pictures speak for themselves.
Big cities, eh. Whew.
Wood adrift, Graffiti and Global Shopping Basket:
Tree Drifting in Shadow Over Graffiti:
Shrub, Planter and Graffiti Hanging Out:
Driftwood Fence Drifting Into Repositioning Itself as Graffiti