Just a small reminder (to myself) that under all those puffy blankets of starry snow, green things do happen. Just a bit later.
Greetings from happy drawing hands,
1. Reykjavík, 2007 (Happily walking home with a bagful of nice comics from the best library.)
2. Þórsmörk, 2004 (The hottest day of that summer, glaciers were melting so quickly and we were a bit worried if we get over a river.)
3. Hveragerði, 2004 (Walked as long as the hot and cold rivers were combining the water perfect to swim. Ate pie laying on the grass.)