Mike Riversdale

I know, childish, not big nor clever, and certainly not the first time it's been said. It's Þúfa ("tussock ") an art / tourist thing that I only ever saw from a distance. I'm not sure I knew how to get to it, or what it was. Turns out Þúfa was created by Icelandic artist Ólöf Nordal and is an 8-meter, man-made, grass-grown mound, which can be walked up. The whole piece is on an artificial island. Those who walk up to the top are able to enjoy one of the most impressive views of Reykjavik available.  Damn 🫣 Source of info: Visit Reykjavik: Þúfa art piece

The  Harpa Concert Hall and Conference Centre on the Reykjavik waterfront is an astounding building. From the outside it's a giant glass covered item lit up by the sun and reflecting the water and sky. It's well worth a wander around looking at all the different angles, light, and interesting moments. I wandered inside but couldn't go into the auditorium(s). But still, wow, as wonderful inside as out. I see I've shared two photos of this magnificent building already, and here's two more as I just can't decide which is to be the one for today's daily photo , lucky old you.

There's an Enid Blyton story feeling that wraps me up in comfort and safety that I feel when I slowly dip my slices of toast into my egg. It's been too long, let's all do it! btw: count the fingers .

I don't really know how to get this through. When I was 18 or so I was quite the timid person despite the exterior bravado. I felt like I was a small boy in a man's world and my job was to keep my head down unless the "bigger boys" spotted me and called me out. I have carried that little boy (about aged 13 or 14) with me for years and years, during my mental breakdown he was close to the surface, crying out in pain, and I finally listened . Most of the times I failed were those when I allowed the boy to act out, lash out, to be, well an angry 13 or 14 year old. This time though this little boy was in charge of a mans body, a man that was legally allowed to drink alcohol, drive a car, have sex. It was a potent combination, and so wrong. In Aotearoa New Zealand I see so many mens bodies being driven by a boy inside. Men, with the machinery of being men, and for much of the time having a man at the controls, being a good parent, a loving friend, expressing empathy and k

This voettir / gnome was just sitting there next to Tjörnin, the lake in downtown Reykjavík. He made me smile, I hope he does the same for you whatever the time of day it is where you are on this planet.