Here are some ideas that I hope to write more about later. Iceland is like moving immersively through a classic landscape painting. Like actually wandering into Wanderer of the Sea Fog. Iceland is like one big nation-al park. 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 day taken at Búðakirkja, a 19th century wooden church in a lava field along the coast. The photo is somewhat accidental, taken through one window looking through the church out out another window onto the mountains behind. There’s a reflection from the cemetery behind where I’m standing.
