The eye of the blackbird

It was evening all afternoon.It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs.

Today the true winter palette of Iceland was revealed.  The color and mood of this day are captured in Wallace Stevens' poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.  Here is the link to the whole poem...I'll wait while you go read it.

http://www.writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/stevens-13ways.html

Now you know what kind of a dream state I was in all day as I worked in the studio.  This is the mountain behind the farm, Laugarvatnsfjall, 16 x 20

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And a view across the fields from the window of the library in town, about 8x11

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