As soon as I got into Goa the other day, my little niece Saraswati showed me something that at once brought to my mind the magnificent sight of Dyrfjöll (“Door Mountains”) in east Iceland. This striking formation is encountered en route to Borgarfjörður Eystri, and looks like a wall with a slot punched through it. On this morning, the thick, low hanging cloud cover lent the scene an air of foreboding and mystery.
The sight of the dearly departed tooth of my little niece Saraswati is what took me back to Dyrfjöll.
PS: I am currently without my colorimeter and have no way of assessing the accuracy of the display calibration on my Macbook Pro.