in the land of unending hot showers

 There is, in the corner of my mind, the inkling of sulfur at the edges of my nostrils, and the nostalgia of sky and rock and wind.  I spent nearly a month on the magical island of Iceland, and now, home for more than a month, I'm finally sifting through the experience.  It was something that words don't quite come close to describing.  As luck would have it, my camera broke the night before I departed for my trip, which I took as a good excuse to draw and write instead.  It's funny how we can memorialize experience through a camera lens, and how different memory operates in other forms of record keeping.  However, I couldn't help myself from using the poor quality camera on my phone, which was of no use to me except for my random flicks, as I had no service there.  Here are just a few of the odd images I gleaned from the streets and the land.