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