Humans travel by the millions to Iceland every year, to stand at the edge of the Earth and look into the abyss.
The Last of the Glaciers Melts in the Jökulsárlón
Notice how it looks back without blinking.
I love Egilsstaðir, truly, precisely because it is not romantic.
I thought I’d look up from the Glacial Lagoon …
… show of humans being beautiful for themselves and for each other by posing (warmly) within luxurious images of humanly-initiated global climate change…
… to see what the glacier thought of all this. Ah, well, look, I’m glad it did. The cheeky thing…
… was sticking its tongue out at us! Just a tiny bit. Between compressed lips.
If you stay in Reykjavik, vodka’s the thing. Drink that stuff and you might forget where you are.
Your choice, between a bar full of travellers and the voices of trolls. Flights to Egilstaðir are cheap. Just $120 return. You could drop three times that much, just having dinner and drinks with a friend in town. Off you go.
You can keep warm with a good woven sheep.
As for sheep, they knit landscapes like this, in Breiðafjörður, one stitch at a time.
Nice banding work!
A labour of love.
But sheep, ah, sheep…
Sheep are tricksters. You can find them there.
In this way, you can stay warm dressed in the cold land.