Sléttuvegur (Road 870) in the High Season
Gunnar said there were ships in the sky, meaning clouds, but if you go to Iceland in the winter, you will find whole mountain ranges in the sky, that appear and disappear, created by the mountains out of the wind off the Atlantic.
They’re not exactly shadows and not exactly mirrors. They are amazingly alive. I suspect that the medium (the wind) does that. The image above is near Arnarstapi, on Snæfellsnes. The glacier is just around the corner: one of these clouds that stayed.
In elf country, off in Borgarfjörður Eystri, you can never be sure. Is it a cat? A mouse? A cat and a mouse? Elves playing at both? Or a whole elvish family, complete with cat and mouse, all sharing a long tail?
It was in these dells that the boy Johannes Kjarval herded sheep and slowly became a painter.
But just down the beach, check this out:
Did trolls have a war some many thousand years ago, with huge cannonballs, or what? Because this iron is not wedged into the rock from above or behind or any such thing. It’s within the rock. I guess, only the trolls know.
And they’re messing with us.
Right. Reykjavik has cats. Read all about the dears here: A Cat Lover’s Guide to Reykjavik. 20,000 cats in the Capital Region. And 19,000 humans up North in Iceland’s other great city. A coincidence? I think not. I think the cats of Akureyri keep humans. They are super sneaky. Do you see a cat in the image below?
No? That’s because she was just happy to let you know that she was out in the blizzard, and you, well, you weren’t, were you. Sorry, Capital Regioners. A victory for Akureyri here, by the looks of it.