Gunnsteinn Jonsson's gallery

Gunnar and Varði having some fun :-) This photo was taken when we were discharging our fish outside Nouakchott in Mauritania. Gunnar is the Capitan on a same kind of ship as our ship and Varði is the chief engineer.

My mother Sigþrúður Ingigerður Gunnarsdóttir (try to pronouce that name) Dúa for short, and my father Jón Rafn Oddsón. My mother was born in 1931 and my father in 1926.

Jón Ágúst Gunnsteinsson was born in 1996 and his sister Sigþrúður Margrét Gunnsteinsdóttir, Sissú for short was born in 1984 :)

Sara Kristín Gunnsteinsdóttir was born in 2003, and her sister Anja Laila Gunnsteinsdóttir was born in 2006.

My wonderful Sara Kristín :-)

Sara, Anja and Jón Ágúst wanted to add something to this sculpture called The Dance.

My son Jón Ágúst capturing the moon :)

My son Jón Ágúst playing soccer with his team Breiðablik.

Skiing in Grouse Mountain in Vancouver. This was the first year we took our girls skiing. Sara got the hang of it in no time but Anja will need a little bit more time.

Here is Anja in her Lazy Town outfit skiing at Grouse Mountain in Vancouver.

Ferry leaves Agaete on its way to Tenerife. Agaete is a beautiful little town on the north west part of Canary Island.

I took this photo in Puerto de la Aldea, which is on the west cost of the Island.

I was a little bit amazed to see how open this platform was and how unprotected the area was, considering how high and steep the hill was. I guess I am getting too used to see all the fences around similar places when I am traveling in Canada. I like it m…

This platform is very high in the mountain and the drop is nearly straight to the sea. The small town of Agaete is seen in the background.

Houses on every hill. I wonder who is the architect here.

There is no road that leads to the houses in the middle of this hill so I can't imagine how it is living there. I guess taking out the garbage or running to the store for some eggs might take a while :-)

When I saw these kids I started to think about my own childhood and how it must be for these kids to growing up in a place like that. I felt sorry for them because they looked so lonely, but then I realized they had the sun all year around, the beach and…

The streets are narrow and steep. My guess is that most of the houses in the old town were built around old trails.