100 years ago there was scarcely a tree here. Then Jónas Hallgrimmson wrote a poem asking Icelanders to throw off the chains of Danish domination and go back to their roots.
Syðra-Miðgil, Looking South towards the Jökullsá à Follum and Vigabjargsfoss. Dettifoss is further upstream, but without trees.
When you want something done, find a poet. Thanks, Jónas.
Salt water and fresh, in their own movements, catch the light quite differently.
Seals swim from one to the other effortlessly. What a great seeing that is!
Except for elf houses. They last, too.
The old turf house is just a bright spot in the grass now. The stone in the foreground looks like it might have been placed there to ford a stream.
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Skagavegur
Have they been there?
This image is from the heath above Dettifoss.
It’s a hard one, but is it better to drive up to Dettifoss and get close to a wall of water, or park five kilometres away and walk along to goroge until you’re ready to see the falls from a new perspective?
Dunno, but when I got this far, I didn’t want to go further, and turned around, to the forest. It was hiding behind a rock and taking on human form.
It was a message. Iceland is full of messages like that.
A Farm in Iceland 