Some farms that no one lives on anymore are still being farmed for hay. Note the fine tractor road here in Reydisfjörður.
Others have gone wild, although they are still farms and can be claimed again. This one, in Neskaupstaðir, is accessible only by foot. A boat looks out of the question.
I bet there are eiðars, though!
Which is the most beautiful, an unnamed fall in the summer at Neskaupstaðir?
Or famous Litlafoss below Hengifoss in April?
What a tough choice!
Oh, others are showy, but, over time, after wandering over and through many lava fields and stony wastes, the willow’s stunning, low-level, never-repeated poetic lines win out.
As this rowan in the birch forest at Ásbyrgi shows, it’s about the darkness, and how that is woven with light.
Ewe With Her Lambs, Buðir, Midsummer’s Night 2019
No lie. Here it is. The trees behind the ferns.
Frakkastigur has always been one of my favourite streets. This just adds to the delight.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell what season it is or whether one is on Earth or in the Sky!
The View Back over Héraðsandar from the Njardvik Lookout in Early July
Here’s a beach warning sign I found at Dritvik on June 21.
Note the life ring.
Go at low tide.
Just a thought.