The weather was so beautiful last weekend (unlike today) and like always when the sun is shining I wanted to take photos of something. My friend Ragna and I went on a little road trip just outside of Reykjavik and went into a couple of abandoned houses. In one of the houses I kept hearing a mouse and I was trying to figure out where it was, well the city kid in me didn’t really appreciate this invisible rodent but I tried my best to ignore it (in another words: every time I heard it squeak I would jump about two meters in the air) and kept taking pictures. We drove around for about 5 hours. Went to this little town called Hafnir and it honestly felt like going back in time. The houses were pretty old and there were hardly any graves in the cemetery. However it was interesting to see, some of the houses were so old I didn’t know if it was someone’s home or if it was abandoned. The church there was this lovely black color, however the paint was chipping so it gave the house a little of a ghostly feeling which is exactly what I want in churches. We decided to head home after a fun day of driving and I was a little tired after being behind the wheel for so long. Well kids, do not drive fast! You could end up hurting someone or you could have a similar experience to me and get pulled over by the cops for speeding and get a fine that you can’t possibly afford. Til next time!
I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.
– Robert Frost