Cleaving the Ice – Stuck in Customs

Cleaving the Ice

It was bitter cold at the harbor in Reykjavik. Burly Icelandic fishermen looked at me suspiciously as I walked around with my camera and ipod through the ice and carp skeletons to find some interesting things…

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The Ice Ripper