Just took a walk around the harbour one lunchtime, and found a boat with a gang of teenagers swarming over it, being freshly painted. I guess not all teenagers can mow lawns and plant flowers.
Later that evening, while on my way to somewhere, I detoured, and took some pictures of the lovely storm light ono the clouds over my old hood, Garðatorg. It's a rather ugly clock tower, in a rather out of the way little village, with too much money to be a ghetto, but not enough going on to be interesting in it's own right. It did have some nice clouds over it though.