Sometimes it's Like Someone Painted the Sky Just for You

Looking south on a January evening

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A Puppy is a Lot More Work Than We Ever Understood...

Baldur

*Sigh* This is our Baldur, who's actually no longer our Baldur, but has gone to live with another family : (

I thought it best because we were just in over our heads with the puppy experience. I have to admit I didn't realize how much time and focus a puppy needs, especially this one who was separated from his mother too early, and needed a lot of training and attention. He was with us for a month, and I finally had a meeting with my son, and we agreed that Baldur was wearing us out, me as the main provider/cleaner-upper/disciplinarian (a 24/7 job) and Óðinn with not being able to

Seasons Greetings!

Capturing a Christmas tree bauble close-up

...and Happy other Solstice-Season Holidays for all you visitors around the globe!

 P.s. After everything we did get ourselves a dog (see previous post). A little puppy. His name is Baldur.We're so stoked! Pics to come!

Lessons from a Bouquet of Beautiful Found at Bónus

  

This photo blows me away, especially since it's of a bouquet at the local Bónus discount grocery store. Should I share that information? Or should I keep the mystery alive? 

Either way, I had no idea what I was going to capture...I was looking for a good bag of carrots (locally grown = expensive & delicious) when I felt the impulse to try for some macro shots of the gaudy plastic-wrapped flower wands in the refrigerated produce section. I took this pic mostly for size reference. To me it looks like a painted still life from

First Winter Snow and How Things Will Go

When the heavy snows fell in the first week of December, they stuck a bit longer than we're used to here. Usually a pretty snowfall is rained away or melts and refreezes into grotesque and blackened shapes within a day or so.

This time it stayed and even filled out for almost a week, making Reykjavik a paradise for photographers of all shapes and sizes and abilities. Even three year olds were snapping awesome winter wonderland pics with their parent's iPhones, it seemed. #reykjaviksnow (among other keywords) became the hashtag of

Once Upon a Trail: a winter working with the Icelandic horse

One year I was a trail guide with Íshestar, out of Hafnarfjörður.

We took tourists on 2 hour tours out to Helgafell and back. Even in weather like it is now (heavy wet snowfall, what seems like three-inch visibility) and worse (colder, windier).

In deep winter we had to saddle up the resentful horses for 9am tours, our fingers freezing with the cold metal bridles and buckles and stiff, ungiving leather. Four of us readied about 20 of them. Of course the puffed out their bellies and hunkered into