A well deserved rest in the Vatnsdalshólar.
Lost the path to Arnarstapi? Or Hellnar?
Sometimes a thrush will lead you the right way. Well, actually, where a thrush leads you is always the right way, whether you are coming or going.
This essential Icelandic principle, seen at play here in the Vatnsdalshólar (the Uncountable Hills of the Valley of Water),will see you through good times and bad.
Some day, everything can be used again. Until then, it is the future. It’s good to have a thing like that tightly joined to the past. That’s the Icelandic way.
Here in the “uncountable hills” of Vatnsdal, sheep split the counting between them to try to finally arrive at a number.
Just another way to pass just another cloudy day.
Note that the light is off in the distance, over Midhúsavatn and Knarrartunga, but with its darkness Gatklettur hides it.
Tricky old rock!
Colour Image: December 24, 12:30 pm
One notes the family resemblance!
Here on the trail along the Selfljót, this rock stopped me in my tracks. Is it not an old story from the sagas or some old folk tale?
A bearded man (or elf? or dwarf?) on the left, and a fox on the right? There are a lot of rocks along the trail, but this one was unique.
100 years ago there was scarcely a tree here. Then Jónas Hallgrimmson wrote a poem asking Icelanders to throw off the chains of Danish domination and go back to their roots.
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.
Salt water and fresh, in their own movements, catch the light quite differently.
Seals swim from one to the other effortlessly. What a great seeing that is!