Here are some ideas that I hope to write more about later.
Iceland is like walking immersively through a classic landscape painting. Like physically wandering into something like Wanderer of the Sea Fog.
Iceland is like one big nation-al park. The whole country, just about anywhere you stop, has compelling nature and dramatic views, there’s no need to just focus on the official national parks. Case in point
Iceland is like a hat.
Camping in an RV is like being a turtle.
More on those thoughts later, right now it’s after midnight and things are settling down at the campground for the night.
Here’s a photo for the first day taken at Búðakirkja, a 19th century wooden church in a lava field along the coast. The composition is somewhat accidental, taken through one church window, looking across the pews and out another church window onto the mountains behind. There’s a reflection in the glass from the cemetery behind where I’m standing to take the picture.
