Category Archives: Industry

Logging in Iceland

 

Old growth timber gets logged in Iceland.


And stacked up beside the road outside Hallormstaðir. Hawthorn City.

Count the rings. I count 23 years.

Back before the Millenia, in Old Iceland, this was a tourist place.

The tourists were Icelanders. In Modern Iceland, men brought in the heavy farm equipment.

And got at it.

When Gumnar lived at the end of the lake, just a few minutes away by car or the length of a saga by foot, there were no trees here at all. Modernity, it seems, is a return to the old world, with fun equipment along the way.

 

Not Post Modern But Post Herring

What do you do with all those industrial plastic fish bins after they have been used to empty out the sea?

Egilsstaðir

You make a beach, that’s what you do — into a lake that is now severely compromised by hydroelectric dam run-off,  and  then  you  sell  it.

Something’s Fishy

I love Egilsstaðir, truly, precisely because it is not romantic.