Lots of fun for all!
See you in October.
So is the one they live in, across the road.
One has water blowing in the wind. One has volcanic ash blowing in the wind. These are the big choices. Hmm. OK, also the Atlantic Ocean blowing in the wind.
And, right, fog and rain blowing in the wind.
Do they tell you about that? No, they do not. They tell you about the Blue Lagoon:
Did you notice the consistent use of white? It’s a message. Let me show you again. One …
Icelanders know about whiteness.
How blue it is.
And how it covers everything with illusion. OK, well, a backdrop for illusions.
And that in Iceland ghosts are everywhere.
And they are white.
Well, white and red. And white.
So, off you go!
You can find pictures of those things in bookshops, for children, without an explanation of the politics behind them. What is that politics? Guess.
This early april view of trolls Goðafoss is for all of you who are caught in the heat of the south. Time to plan that next spring trip, for sure.
Gunnar Gunnarsson published “The Shore of Life” in 1916, as a protest against the First World war. He had in mind the ring of surf around the Island, through which all life had to pass. All goods coming in and all goods going out, he argued, passed through the hands of Danish traders, or through the vicious surf, which easily turned life into death. He offered an unusual role as writer, but fitting to the Battle of the Somme: sniper. One by one he made us love his characters, then killed them off. It is an amazing and enraging book, as he intended. The metaphor is by no means dead. Note the red surf here facing down the aluminum city of Reyðarfjörður.
Gunnar’s world is far from past.