Tjörnin Lake in downtown Reykjavik just beginning to freeze in late October, 2012.
I saw Nova Heart play a coffee shop on the first night of Iceland Airwaves. I loved the beefy, rocking sound her trio generated, and delighted in the way she manipulated feminine stereotypes in her performance, ranging from anime cute to Lucia de Lammermoor crazy. But the memory sort of got lost in the 39 shows I saw over the next three days, and I’ve never heard anything about her since.
In a country with no true forest, where volcanic activity has only recently allowed plants to begin to colonize many parts of the country, moss takes on special importance. Perhaps that explains this wall of Reykjavik’s City Hall building, where, on the day I visited, the dripping fibers of the moss had frozen overnight for the first time that fall.