Last day in Iceland

I went walking in the park behind the hostel on my last full day in Iceland. It's on the edges of Reykjavik—more roads, a couple business parks, not many houses.

I think of Iceland always in these colors, thin ice and dead grass and sleeping trees and northern ocean and early winter sky. I'm glad I went at the time of year that I did.

Leaves frozen under ice on the pavement.

You can see Esjan, the beautiful, beautiful mountain that lies to the north of the city, across the water.