These are much nicer than any of the puffins I got in my only trip to Iceland in 1974.
I remember well that it was fun to watch them take off from the side of the cliff. With their stubby wings flappy madly, they would start dropping like a stone, but then soon level out and go on flying. A flyign Puffin looks as if it couldn't possibly fly more than a hundred meters or so, but they actually migrate huge distances.
I really enjoy all your Iceland shots, Rajan!
Eric