Author Archives: Harold Rhenisch

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On Midsummer Night the Hills Come Alive on Snaefellsnes

It builds for days…

A dragon curled around its flame.

(Its right eye is just below the middle of the image. This image and the ones of transformed rocks and flowers that follow are taken on Rauðhóll.)

…with flowers bringing stones to life…

An Elf with a Crown of Flowers

… sometimes in humanly-recognizable form…

The Horse Sleipnir Carrying þor as a One-Eyed Moon on Its Back

… and sometimes not (which is the most amazing part) …

.. but then, in the low, late evening light on June 21, the hills rise up around you in the horizontal light. It’s just that night. The next morning they begin to ebb away, not all at once, but you can notice the difference. On midsummer night, though…

Buðahraun

… you truly live between worlds and can see the past and future. Lest you feel special, just remember, the sheep see this all the time.

Buðir

Life is indeed good.

Global English in Iceland

Here is an English posted by a non-native English speaker for other non-native English speakers.  It marginally makes sense.

Yes, Images Have a Life of Their Own

That night image, is that Iceland? With a spruce and poplar forest along a still waterway? Have you seen that anywhere in Iceland? Fortunately, the ability to communicate clearly and with ironic depth remains, as the woman in red on the lower right, demonstrates, manipulating darkness for her own ends.

Walking on the Shore of an Ancient Sea

It’s always a great day to walk out on the shore of the sea, where the seals and eiðars once swam. The sea might change its level, but that’s a bonus for us.

Neskaupstaðir

And the eiðars demonstrate just what it was like here long ago.

Easy does it!

Wildflowers taking the place of eiðars.

Iceland is Not a Road

A camper promises freedom but on narrow roads can be a liability.

Just another second on Highway 1 east of Vík í Myrdal in the new Iceland

Where are you going to stop? Not with the elf birds.

You already passed them an hour ago, or you will an hour from now.

An Elf in His Horse Pasture

The real trick is to find both of those times to be the same.