Nail in fencepost securing barbed wire.
I hadn't taken photographs for ten years and I wasn't yet into birds. So I focused the lens of a borrowed camera (thanks Mike and Karen) on the things I wanted to remember, no matter how small or seemingly mundane. The images became a visual diary.
A group of sheep wandering in a landscape that easily dwarfs any creature that sets foot upon it. Epic.
Knot in dead branch.
Earlier, when I first arrived in Reykjavik, I took a walk. The tide was out.