Isn’t she beautiful?
When you go to Reykjadalur to get a dose of hot springs, be polite and say hello to the mermaid in the stream at the bottom of your climb. I’m sure she’ll help make the climb easier. It’s a long way up to those hot pools. Enjoy the journey! It’s as much into yourself as anything else. Blessings on you.
in the Hitarádalur, the mountains are playful.
Of them all, though, Rauðakúla is the most joyful.
That’s not a lens flair effect. That’s the mountain at play.
There are rewards for turning your back on the sun when it goes behind the hill.
Some things are best watched obliquely, eh.
Go slow, don’t muss your hair, don’t touch, dominate by force of will alone (you have at least a thousand years to work it out), and, of course, don’t muss your hair.
Looking good on the Brunahraun.
Icelanders started playing around with imported North American lupines a couple generations go, to try to stop erosion. The things do stop the land from blowing away, and they are mighty beautiful, for sure, but they’re also a bone of contention, as they change the colour palette of the landscape profoundly and reduce the number of species that can thrive. Nonetheless, it remains an uncertain tradeoff, with some people planting lupines and others tearing them out. One of the species that doesn’t mind is the Icelandic Troll. Here’s one who seems to be thriving among the beautiful weeds.
Just follow the trail to Kjarval’s shepherding hut. He’ll be waiting.
Bring an appropriate gift.
Behind the clouds. Of light, air, water and dust.