Bicycle Trip 2017
I pedaled into heavy winds, which were but wind and meant no malice. The arctic terns, as if to guide, flew beside me.
A good place to be the night before I left
Church in Vik
High on a hill Storm clouds behind, A relentless wind.
Icelandic horses, part of the long rich heritage.
Calving from the largest glacier in Europe
Clouds roll in Fog, Volcanic black sand To the sea
Fog at dusk It's own shade of blue
Not hard to imagine Trolls living here