Of the old house,
only a few crumbled courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock,
or a squared stone,
lying mossy where it tumbled!
Sprawling bramble and saucy thistle mock what once was firelit floor and private charm where,
seen in a windowed picture,
hills were fading at dusk,
and all was memory-coloured and warm,
and voices talked,
secure from the wind's invading.
- Laurence Binyon
Abandoned house, Haganesvík, Fljót, N-Iceland.
Facing the biting north winds, straight ahead over the cold ocean is the Arctic.
The house stands a good bit away from the mainroad, a very old and bumpy mud road leads you to the house, where it stands gaping with one gable missing, displaying fallen cupboards and peeling paint.
Photo by Helga Kvam, Svalbarðsströnd - ICELAND.