Well, you can’t beat rain, snow, ice and muck, but you can be cleverer.
Note that in Reykjavik, if you park your car just right, at least one passenger (your sweetie, maybe?) can get in and out with dry feet. Now, that’s true love.
Iceland has one of the highest divides between wealthy and poverty people in the world. One result is that private construction is improvised and not meant to last.
Frakkastigur, Reykjavik
While government construction is sturdy and maintained.
The Church at Borg
This is not new. Private, circa 1945:
Private, 2016:
Government:
Looking out from the Harpa Concert Hall over the New Harbour in Reykjavik
Well, OK, government-financed completion of failed rich man’s extravagance. That’s part of the picture, too.
The sky cries tears in Iceland. Viennese waltzes warping in a banana box in a window, old hi-fi junk, and all the books of the world wash up on the shore otherwise called Hverfisgata.
Not much different than a knot of broken fishing nets and cast-off plastic knocking against the knees of kelp-eating sheep, really.
In case you wondered, Oðin is alive and well and living in Reykjavik.
Two Ravens in Reykjavik
On a pension, nothing fancy. He still has his wits about him though.
Ásmundar Sveinsson sculpted things for the eye, to give it delight as it sorted light and form before sending information on to the brain for further massaging. A trip to Reykjavik is just a pub crawl if you don’t get to the Ásmundarsafn, the gallery set up to show his stunning work.
It was a concept that has not yet seen its day. Perhaps you will be the one to expand on it?
These weren’t intellectual interpretations of human forms, human work and human engineering. These were delights made for the eye. Go on, don’t you think your eyes deserve some glee?
Note that the quality of the light is part of the effect that he was sculpting. I’m afraid that moving these away from their native environment just wouldn’t work. Off you go, now. Treat yourself!
No. Not Iron Iceland. Ironic. If it were iron Iceland, they wouldn’t build so many home-made scaffolds out of lumber. They’d use steel pipe, as they do in Canada, a lumber country. In Iceland, not a lumber country, they use precious lumber.
Mysterious and lovely!
Two moons yet.
Quantum moons!
You might as well mix it up, eh.
In Iceland, even the grass has a mind of its own.
And the clouds.
This makes farming hard. There are even traffic rules for tractors in downtown Reykjavik!!!!!
Well, you can always make some art.
And the geese have run away for the day.
Under the cover of the rain.
Sheep, too.
Just try to make a living like that!
Can’t even walk across your field without breaking a hoof.
And the fields are vertical. Tricksy.
And your horses are begging from passersby.
Sheesh.
You wind up commuting into town for work, that’s what.
Danger in that in summer too. Not enough tourists in the summer in the rain to keep down the grass.
Note to self: bring a weed whacker.
After all, gas is expensive.
And the artists have gone strange.
It’s not normal, you know.
Good thing there’s golf!
Well, yeah, the wind’s blowing, but, hey, you know. You can always pretend its not there.
Right?
Right! 
In Iceland, they are the same things: body and mind to touch with your hands.
In used bookstores they have been touched by other hands, and that touch remains and reaches out to you. Do you dare touch back? Dare
Icelandic waterfall (windspeed 45m/second).
Bjarnarfoss
Tourist version:
Ah, the limitations of man-made materials!
A Farm in Iceland 
