It’s been a rough week.
I don’t have a post that’s polished to my liking ready to present to you. My sincere apologies.
In the meantime, here’s a photo I took in northeastern Iceland nearly nine years ago. Somehow this picture speaks to me. Probably because I remember the smell of the morning air and the sound of vast quiet coming off the North Atlantic—which you can just make out at the end of the road.
Thanks for your patience. I’ll be back next week.
I hope things get better for you.