During a lull in the snowfall last week, I walked from University to the path that runs alongside the shore, following Suðurgata and Ægisíða. After taking some pictures of a lonely house by the sea, I came across a spot on the beach where hot water gushes from pipe onto huge seaweed covered rocks. I don’t know exactly why there is water coming out there, but I’m assuming it’s just a clean water run-off that is hot because hot water is not in short supply here. The effect of the steam hovering over the low-tide against the backdrop of black sand and snowy mountains in the distance was surreal. So much so, that as snow started falling again, I used my camera timer to snap an old-school selfie.
[These photos are scanned 35mm film shots taken by me with a Canon EOS Rebel 2000.]