Intersection of Road 54 and 574.
When the wind comes up, it blows this column of water nearly horizontally. Note the trolls in the cliff near the fall’s base.
First, with their church.
Next, with their hay bales. Looks to me like they have been bundled up for harvest themselves.
Next, from their sanctuary.
So must 1100 years of Christian dead comfort themselves when their parishes, and faith, is lost among the living.
A road designed to stay up while going down.
An important principle in a windy land!
It’s hard not to look out to sea in Iceland, waiting for mysterious voyagers. Even the land does it.
It’s a lonely thing, but doing it together with an island eases that and teaches patience.
Lóndrangar. With her kids. Climbing all over her, really.
And isn’t that her mate on the right, staring off into space? Why not! Even an ogress has a family life!
At midsummer (at Lóndrangar), the little ogre babies sprout pretty flowers and grasses.
The rest of the year, they’re just lumpy. Don’t worry. At midsummer, everyone is alive and well and it’s OK to be charmed. In winter, though, a wave might take you.
With her crown on, of course.
Good thing she’s quite slow.
Only on the Buðarhaun lava field. Only on Midsummer Night’s Eve.
Don’t look too closely. Walk quickly on. Be careful not to trip.
Another example of how everything comes alive at Midsummer. Note as well, the Old Norse tradition of lifting up the Earth’s skin, making an oath, and setting the skin down to seal it, as told so well in Gunnar’s Sworn Brothers.
From the German Book Club Edition of 1933. Note the Arch.
You can read a detailed post about the book here: https://afarminiceland.com/tag/the-sworn-brothers/