the HALL of EINAR

A Dog Whelk perches on a barnacle encrusted rock waiting for the moon to pull the sea back over it like a foamy blanket.

The kitchen garden at Noltland is green and fertile as dawn  breaks over the ruin.

A character face, I’d say, rather than a beautiful or handsome one.

A landscape full of beautiful inquisitive cattle.  Wandering along the beach at Aikerness.

Krummi the Icelandic wonder-pony searches out another Polo mint.