So it’s not entirely surprising that I don’t have that many photographs to show from that year. Most of them are from a trip we took to Laugarvatn lake in the summer.

A family sits by Laugarvatn.An arctic tern flies over Laugarvatn. The picture is extremely blue.A person wades through Laugarvatn lake in the distance.

The view from my balcony of the industrial greenhouse next door. Nice folks

Another turn in 2021: my dad had a very serious health scare. He’s better now. As a result he ended up moving in with me and we’re now in one of those Frasier-type situations. We make it work

The sun sets behind a large greenhouse, which in turn is behind a line of trees.

We’re up to 2021 in my photographic history. I had just found an apartment in a small but nice town called Hveragerði, and things were supposed to be getting better.

As we all know, that was wrong. 2021 was, for most, just as bad as 2020. But at least there were ravens

Two ravens playing chase. One of the raven has something and the others chase it. When they catch it, they get chased. This can go on for a while.The game of chase continuesA raven flies past a tree.

“Read terrible books, too - Austin Kleon”

Terrible media is can be fearless and inventive despite being incompetently put together. That can be an inspiring combination.

Where my mind is at regarding web dev. github.com/baldurbja…

Going to see how well this works on a project over the next few days.

“Why are we not still using tables-for-layout? – Rachel Andrew”

“Remembering Molly, one of the greats - The History of the Web”

“The room-temperature superconductor that wasn’t | Ars Technica”

Oh, well.

The last two photos I found from 2020 that I liked were these two photos of ravens flying over the Grafarvogur neighbourhood in Reykjavík. They’re a bit blurry because keeping up with ravens flying at full speed is a bit tricky, but I like them nonetheless.

A black and white photo of a raven flying. A bit blurry.Another black and white photo of a raven flying. Everything’s a bit blurry.

One of the projects I did in 2020 was to document my mother’s radio documentary on the discovery of the gravesite of the poet Páll Ólafsson, which had been lost since 1918.

This was my favourite of the bunch

Two people stand in a cemetary filed with trees and the shadows of their branches.

We’re up to 2020 in the history of my amateur photography and I’ll be honest: it was rough. Every year since has been better but it’s been bloody rough and I’ve had less time for photography since

But Icelandic horses and greylag geese do make things a bit better

We see an Icelandic horse through a break between the trees. The colours are bright and vivid as the colour profile replicates slides-style film emulsion.We see a greylag goose eating grass. The colours are bright and vivid as the colour profile replicates slides-style film emulsion.

“Memories of Molly – Eric’s Archived Thoughts”

“Bruce Lawson’s personal site  : Goodbye Molly Holzschlag–a memoriam post”

“Bogus CVE follow-ups | daniel.haxx.se”

“CVE-2020-19909 is everything that is wrong with CVEs | daniel.haxx.se”

Newsletter update

“Fear Of Missing Out is lethal when somebody invents a footgun”

Includes an appeal to those voluntarily using these models. Harm and risk mitigation advice is for those who have no choice. Otherwise the most effective risk management is to opt out

My last attempt at serious photography in Montréal was in the middle of the lockdown. I went around and took pictures of all of the closed storefronts and restaurants, trying somehow to capture the enormity of the situation in some way

It doesn’t really work but I had to try.

A sign is taped to the front of this store saying that it’s temporarily closed to protect the health of the customers.This sign says that they’re opening again next week after making some changes. And that they’re adding delivery.This bar has a sign that says they’re closed because of the government order.

After a year where my mother had had a serious health scare (now fine), racists locked up the immigration process in Quebec, and a looming international move, my photography practice began to look less important

Then, in early 2020, COVID made everything more complicated

The camera focuses on the snow and the person walking under the bridge ahead of us is out of focus.

I visited Iceland that Christmas. Not just to celebrate the holiday but also to prepare my move back home. Everything had come together to show me that I should return. The world was turning even before the plague hit.

A tree filled with starlings.The view from my grandmother’s window on New Year’s Eve. Her neighbour stands outside, watching the fireworks.

We’re up to autumn 2019 in the history of my amateur photography and none of us had any idea of what was around the corner.

Autumn in Montréal was as colourful as ever.

The sun sets on an autumnal Parc Jarry. The trees cast impossibly long shadows and we see people dot the park.A person walks their dog. A squirrel hunts for food. Trees cast shadows. Autumn in the park.

“How often do you get to rewrite and rethink?”

“Rewrite & Rethink - Chris Coyier”

“Tucson’s Molly Holzschlag, known as ‘the fairy godmother of the web,’ dead at 60 | Obituary”

Aw, man. Molly died.

Finally, I always enjoy pictures where people look more like abstract shadowy or silhouette-y presences than actual people.

A kid plays in the sand.Tourists stand on a cliff and stare out to sea.In the distance, two people are walking down a sandy beach. At least, it’s as sandy as beaches get in Iceland, which is quite rocky.

Double-decker buses always feel a bit out of place in Iceland, but apparently they’re used for sightseeing tours in some places.

A red double-decker bus is parked in the middle of a row of farm buildings.