Leaving Ísafjörður by plane. It feels sad to have to leave this great place in the north of my favourite Westfjords.
The last lights of the setting sun are reflected in the glass roof of Peter’s house.
It looks like there is still some light in Flateyri.
The sunset is reflected in the windows of Peter’s house.
I am not going to sell this as a postcard.
Peter’s house has four roofs. One of them is glass, the others are covered with grass.
Not to be confused with geysir.