It looks to me like before the fishers walked away, they made a mound, put in a headstone, and then dragged the boat on top. Too small to be a collapsed boat house. A grave, perhaps?
If you’ve ever heard there are no forests in Iceland…
… then it’s time to go to Ásbyrgi.
Forests literally as far as you can see. Oh happy day!
Think of Icelanders eking a living out of nearly bare soil in an inhospitable climate, and then think how much the world has profited by selling them useless things like fences. Think of how much land was eroded just to pay for this nonsense.
And then all those profits blown up in wars. Imagine what could have been.
In the summer? Blue, white and red.
In the winter, though, other colours take over:
Pink, grey, and baby blue, anyone? There could be, like, an annual flag-changing ceremony!
When Gunnar said that, it wasn’t a metaphor.
This scene at Njardvik is wealth. The question might be… what are you going to do with it? Because it’s the only wealth there is.
Syðra-Miðgil, Looking South towards the Jökullsá à Follum and Vigabjargsfoss. Dettifoss is further upstream, but without trees.
When you want something done, find a poet. Thanks, Jónas.
Turf house, new house, church, old house ruins, old house tun, old farm church ruins, trolls on the hill, first generation national trees, new subsidized tree planting, government subsidized drained and fertilized field, flagpole, power line between Akureyri and Skagafjörður, and rhubarb blooming.
The whole kit and kaboodle!