
This house is on a family owned farm, which my Bear's Mom spent summers on when she was a girl away up in the West Fjords near Isafjordur.

Driving, driving on
No one ahead or behind
A place I could be

No thought of money
Bills or pain, only sky alive
Sea salt fills the air

Here dreams are born wild
Fresh fodder for a new path
A turn up ahead

I beg of you to double click on the pictures if you want to experience them as they should be seen...