City Hall, Reykjavík, 2012
Night in the city.
A stranger in a strange land.
Each new vista encountered in my nocturnal ramble akin to to watching a silent play from another culture.
On the surface, everything is self-evident.
Underneath are hidden contexts and meanings.
An event, no doubt, perhaps an anniversary celebration.
The mannequin dressers were working late- it was nearly midnight.
They moved with grace, purposefully.
Ballerinas in a mimed ballet.