Out on the mossy moors of Iceland stand houses collapsing slowly into themselves, still memorials of family dreams and lost hope. Iron roofs rust to a deep red that compliments the colors of the surrounding landscape and weathered timber frames take on the same kind of rough fragility as the lava that surrounds them. They seem to belong just as they are, slipping quietly into decay, making hard to imagine them new in such lonely places, filled with children and with the warm smells of a hopeful family's home.
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Reminds me of Wyoming, or parts of western South Dakota. A lot of broken dreams there as well.
Shouldn't that be "making it hard to imagine them“?
Reminds me of similar deserted houses in northern Sweden, or why not the ghosts towns in California?
Good eye, Lennart ; ) I'll fix it. And yes, this old house, and the memories it holds could be anywhere, in any land, any culture.
My very first picture I took in Iceland on a vacation with my boyfriend was of this house. Now we have lived in Iceland for 2 years and each time we go by this house we smile.
I arrived here just surfing.
Congratulations on Your nice site and best wishes from an Estonian woman living in Italy
Like an abandoned croft so sad.
The written description is just as beautiful as the picture. Well done!
Thank you, Barry. That means a lot ~.~
And thanks for visiting, Pilland, Szymond, Inverness and iddeau : )
Hey happy new year 2010 from Milan, Italy. Your blog is fantastic !!!!!!! Ciao da Giovanni
You almost made me cry. What a thought.
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