Monthly Archives: August 2017

Sandor and the Walled City

Posted on August 29, 2017 by Marion

(By now you will have figured out that these posts are not in chronological order, but more stream-of-consciousness. Tallinn was a day trip I took before I left for Iceland.) Meet Sandor. Sandor is a native Estonian, born in Tartu … Continue reading →

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Videy Island

Posted on August 25, 2017 by Marion

The ferry ride from the Videy terminal to Videy island was the most surprising of the day trips. In one of our pre-trip planning conversations Linda said that the Videy ferry ride provided one of the best opportunities to see … Continue reading →

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Culture Night: Our Skulagata Friend

Posted on August 23, 2017 by Marion

Every year Reykjavik celebrates Culture Night on the Saturday closest to August 18. August 18 is the day that Icelanders commemorate the incorporation of Rejkjavik as a city in 1786. (There was a settlement in Reykjavik since 900, but this … Continue reading →

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Hakarl

Posted on August 20, 2017 by Marion

Warning: This describes a food that many will find disgusting. Kaestur Hakarl is a traditional Icelandic food, one that kept the Vikings alive for generations in the early centuries of settlement. It is made from Greenland shark, which is beheaded, … Continue reading →

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How my Day Went

Posted on August 16, 2017 by Marion

My Tuesday started with my making a clever phone call to Spouse, sure I’d catch him at lunch. I caught him at midnight instead because I still hadn’t quite got the time change down right. There is no excuse for … Continue reading →

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Pocket Knives and Plastic Horses

Posted on August 15, 2017 by Marion

“… most of the objects form the secret constellations of our irrecoverable past, returning only in dreams where nothing but the dreamer is lost. They must still exist somewhere: pocket knives and plastic horses don’t exactly compost, but who knows … Continue reading →

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From My Room

Posted on August 7, 2017 by Marion

This was my room. This was my view. The captain’s house is set back on the bluff, away from Main Street. I stayed in the Pacific Suite. It meant I got no traffic noise from the village itself (my one … Continue reading →

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Opening Lines: The First 3 Paragraphs of The Chimes by Anna Smaill

Posted on August 3, 2017 by Marion

I’ve been standing here forever. My arms and legs and head and even my bones are heavy with sleep. Clothes heavy with the rain that won’t stop falling. Shoes heavy with mud. My roughcloth bag is slung over my shoulder … Continue reading →

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Dorothea Lange; the Politics of Seeing

Posted on August 1, 2017 by Marion

Dorothea Lange was born in 1895 and she lived in New York as a child. As a youngster, she survived polio, and then when she was six her father left the family. About photography, Lange once said, “I had a … Continue reading →

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