Þórsmörk and Reykjavik - Some words. A whole bunch of photos.

I think, perhaps, that the joy (or run your head into the wall) of the online world is that I'm able to share a plethora of photos.

Back in the 80s, maybe you would have some popcorn and, if you were lucky, a cold Löwenbräu as I regaled you with four hours of slides.

But now, scroll at your own convenience... finish in under a minute and come away from this all saying, "Well wasn't that nice."

(All photos are before bicycle riding.)

Þórsmörk:

Alaskan lupine.  Invasive.  Purposefully.  Combat soil erosion.
It's done quite well for itself in Iceland.  Too well.
But the tourists find it very pretty.

Þórsmörk with the wonderful Alaskan trio.
We all felt compelled to yell, "Hey bear!"  No need.
The arctic fox is the only mammal native to Iceland.*
(*hush hush polar bear)

On the way to the Langidalur Hut.

Flowers.  Not invasive.
Rainiest summer since 1955 brought out a lot of color.

Thor was pretty kick arse in Ultimate Alliance.
Not bad in nature either.

Looking left (east) from the above panorama.

Icelanders are not familiar with Kurtis Blow.

Þórsmörk camping.  Photo taken around midnight.

Reykjavik:

A lot of cats in Reykjavik.  And they all wore bells.

Hallgrímskirkja and a cat.  Lutheran church.

Inside Hallgrímskirkja with Sisyphus.

Eventually Sisyphus gave up.
Not really, he kept vacuuming and the tourists kept carpet stepping.

For the record, I was leaning and not standing on the carpet.

Hallgrímskirkja from the other side.
1000 Things: #37 - All over again.

Harpa.
Dionne Warwick was live in concert while I was there.
I'd have preferred a Psychic Friends Network convention.

Inside Harpa.

Inside Harpa.  Different angle.

Yep.  More Harpa.

Lunch view at a park a block away from the 'hotel'.
(Blue sky?!? Don't worry it rained that day, too)

Rope.
In honor of Nico.  (And Sandy)

Hot dogs and milk.  Dinner view.
Turns out blue is not 2% in Iceland.  Super whole.

Not difficult to play: Spot the Tourist.

No cat.

Public Art.

Fun Public Art.
Magnús Tómasson: Monument to the Unknown Bureaucrat

Reykjavik is covered in graffiti.  And not the artsy kind.
The dog pees on a fire hydrant kind.
Televisions waiting for trash pickup aren't spared from urea.

Even the industrial sections of Iceland are rich in color.

Don't Mess With Texasborgarar.
(I did not eat at Texasborgarar.)

The Dude abides.
(If you are racist, sexist, homophobic, or an asshole... don't come in.)