I love Dalvik; the beach, the cafe, the folk museum, the library. I’ll have to go to the pool someday.
This is from the dunes above the beach, looking across the mouth of a river to one of the mountains that form the west side of the fjiord. The beach is black. Last year, I found an opal on the beach, but this year it held other white magic. There was fresh snow, which makes everything look magical. Even in the middle of May.













