I've got to get back to Iceland, and I don't mean talking about it, painting it, or writing about it...I long to be there! But for the next little while I will be right here in tiny Palmyra, the place I have taken up residence because I need to be here, now...I feel I am needed. Don't get me wrong...I really don't want to bail out on any of my responsibilities, it is just that I wish circumstances were different and that I could just fly away. Of course it could be that my circumstances cause the longing to be in Iceland, but I don't think so. Because trust me, when all the drama calms down , I will be on the next plane to my yearned-for island...guidebook in hand and cameras on straps around my neck, one black and white-loaded and the other a digital colored one. My backpack, filled with paint, writing instruments (never an eraser, I am way to arrogant), brushes, a few types of handmade paper to do art on site, and a fat journal for my written notes, is almost loaded, awaiting my black and white film which is resting in the back of the fridge in the kitchen until deemed 'cold-aged' enough to be taken out and packed...I'm planning on those films turning a lovely sepia color or (this is rare) pale, grayed-down green in color...it's always a surprise when I get the film developed and printed, which they will be...but to me they are both beguiling. And even though the lab that does my developing invariably sends a disclamer back with my pictures saying that something terrible must have happened to my black and white film and that they didn't do it, well, I like them. Maybe I'll put some up on the site to show you when I return. I'm going to stop writing here but trust me...I dream on!