Blue mud, for instance. Orange dirt. It’ll change you, if you let it.
Do let it!
A bit of grease, a harness, some WD40, and a few drops of oil and it will run again. Who needs a road network, eh.
Oh for someone to create some fencing material suitable for Iceland.
The Wire from Hell
Who needs a forest!
In Iceland, every stone is the whole island.
That’s the magic of living on a land that is a ship at sea.
Time to crouch down among the ghosts of summer’s birds and become a ghost yourself.
And you’re still chasing the Northern Lights, because….?
If “wild” reindeer, a non-native species in Iceland, have naturalized by colonizing farmer’s fields…
The Englightenment in Iceland
… does that means that farmers in Iceland are wild mammals, too? Maybe, eh. Maybe, indeed.