Buildings in Reykjavik are blue and white and classic and overwhelming practical and perfectly encapsulate humanity in the icy wild (I wonder how it feels in summer?)
The first thing you notice is how overwhelming present the mountains are. In reflections, in the windows of ugly churches
At construction sites
At the ends of narrow streets
This is a city
on a hill
on a harbour
on the edge of the earth.
Everything is through this lens; the city’s character comes through this, and despite this.