Daily Photo – The First Time I Ate Horse. Iceland.
My friend Helga has been wonderful enough to invite me to her farm in Iceland many times. It’s always a fun trip up to the north to see her. But I always get a little lost. Finding the particular turn-in along this fjord is constantly a source of confusion, especially at night. I don’t know why it is so difficult to me, because after I get there, it is plain as day. And I’m sure all Icelanders think I am crazy… but it’s like a hidden door, fey and fleeting with the light, and you can only see it during certain portals of time.
From the new NFT drop on Foundation