Back from Iceland with a suitcase full of exposed film. Expect a lot of photos from that trip to appear here in the next little while, starting with this one . . .
Walking around Reykjavik I came across this sad scene. The tricycle, the graffiti in the background, the broken pavement in place of grass, the random slices of bread on the ground — it’s all so strange and vaguely post-apocalyptic.
At some point in the future, this will be someone’s childhood memory.