patterns

Patterns really interest me. I see patterns in both the obvious and the not so obvious.

A flat white at Heimabyggð, in Ísafjodir was the perfect way to begin the day yesterday.

A pattern made by a breakfast waffle and syrup.

After breakfast, we set out to find waterfalls. The first stop was Bunarfðss.

Walking along the area of the waterfall, I took note of some patterns. One budding out, others “stapled” on a rock.

We visited the town of Flateyr, where the oldest bookstore in Iceland is located. I was immediately charmed by the woman who greeted me. She is the grandaughter of the founder who opened the bookstore in 1913

I learned about the Flatbird Project, where local artist Jean Larson decided to paint 13 resident birds on walls of certain homes and buildings in town.

I spotted a couple of ducks in the grasses a short time later.

I’ve saved the best for last, the pattern of reflection. Driving north to return to the hotel, mountains, partially covered by snow were reflected in the waters below.

“The way is long if one follows precepts, but short, if one follows patterns.” Lucius Annaeus Seneca