The Water's Clear And Innocent

Today was a Radiohead kind of day. So I put my headphones in, grabbed my camera, and walked down the street to the beautiful Hellisgerði park. Everything is starting to turn from earthy shades of brown to the most saturated color of green you can imagine (not that my photos are a good representation since I was feeling the lovely grays today). Ah, I am so happy to live here.

Please feel free to take your time viewing the photos while listening to this song:

I justified me getting this close to the spider by saying it was practice for when I move to Australia.

I liked this plant's face. 

I think this would be just magnificent as a large piece on textured paper.

Some more Australia practice.

The perks of living in a rainy climate.

And here's another good listen for your ears:

Bless bless.

Easter in Akureyri

I apologize for the delay, dear readers, for 7 days ago I journeyed to where no raven dare fly. I only pray this raven reaches you in an acceptable time, though I know my hopes are dwindling. I have returned from my festive travels north of the Wall and lived to tell the tale, but I dare say to brace yourselves, for it is not worthy of the faint of heart. 

Translation for those of you who still possess your lives and souls because you didn't give in to nerdy peer pressure (yet): For the Easter holiday, my host family let me accompany them to Akureyri (and the surrounding areas) where we had a simply delightful time.

(And where I was not... not... pretending to be in Westeroes the whole time...)

It was truly a gift to see more of (breathtaking) Iceland on our drive there, around, and back, and I spent much of my time staring out the car window quietly while my visual cortex exploded with ecstasy. I have to admit I'm not one to take a lot of photos through car windows, and therefore have most of the stunning imagery left imprinted in my brain and not pixels to share, but I did take a couple elsewhere in Akureyri.

The cute street of colorful houses our flat was on.

The church.

"The heart is a muscle" is the ironic phrase that entered my mind when taking this photo.

Akureyri from our side of town.

Across the fjord.

One of my favorite places we went was tiny little town called Fjallabyggð, which I can safely calculate is the most north I've ever been on Earth (though to my disappointment, I still didn't find John Snow). I didn't realize how little time I'd have to take pictures here, so I hope to go back and do it proper justice one day. For now you get a half-done panorama (ain't nobody got time for that) and a wee little boat.

Easter in Iceland is a pretty big holiday, so big in fact it's celebrated over 2 days. What? You've never heard of second Easter? Pfft. Although they know nothing of a the (slightly creepy) easter bunny, everyone does receive big chocolate eggs full of candy and toys (me included, thanks H, SJ, R, and S!).

I thought a lot about Alex during this trip, obviously because of Easter, but probably more because Akureyri reminded me a lot of Interlaken, Switzerland-- a stop we made while on a very emotionally complicated backpacking trip through Europe 6 months before he died. Even now I'm still not used to him really being gone. Will that thought ever cease to take my breath away? The only thing to soothe my shriveled heart in these moments are the funny memories that tenderly pop into my head of the life we lived together. I know these are a personalized gift of comfort from him, and the very things that keep us connected in our temporarily different existences.