Barn at Snotrunes
Graffiti Doesn’t Have to Be a Class War by Other Means
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Rauðakúla, the Joyful One
in the Hitarádalur, the mountains are playful.
Of them all, though, Rauðakúla is the most joyful.
That’s not a lens flair effect. That’s the mountain at play.
Elves in the Selá
There are rewards for turning your back on the sun when it goes behind the hill.
Some things are best watched obliquely, eh.
Of Seals and Men
Notice how little attention the seals are paying to either global warming or humans attracted to global warming and seals.
There’s a lovely crowd of them off of the mouth of the glacial river flowing out of the glacial lagoon these days, but, to tell the truth, if you go the the Selfljót and look for them in the estuary at the tide change you will have a lot more fun, even if you don’t see a single one.
This was the Iceland that Gunnar left for Denmark, and the one he returned to when war threatened the world. It’s still there, if you look for it, because even if Gunnar didn’t find it again, and you aren’t likely to, either, with a little luck the search will be the finding. Iceland will change you, if you work at it.
The Rules for Herding Elvish Sheep and Trollish Sheep Rustlers
Go slow, don’t muss your hair, don’t touch, dominate by force of will alone (you have at least a thousand years to work it out), and, of course, don’t muss your hair.
Looking good on the Brunahraun.
Lost a Fishing Net Lately? Checked the Back of the Boat?
I found it three days ago. It’s waiting for you on the estuary of the Selfljót.
Please come pick it up.
Local Tip on Keeping Warm in Iceland
This…
… is how …
… it is done.
Are you surprised?
What Would the World Look Like Post Petroleum?
At Starmyri 2A, they already know. Here’s the gas station, lovingly decorated with whale bones, sheep heads and pretty rocks, with a view out over the lagoon that lured the road east when it formed.
The birds were singing in this sculpture last night. It was the only sound.
Trolls and Invasive Species
Icelanders started playing around with imported North American lupines a couple generations go, to try to stop erosion. The things do stop the land from blowing away, and they are mighty beautiful, for sure, but they’re also a bone of contention, as they change the colour palette of the landscape profoundly and reduce the number of species that can thrive. Nonetheless, it remains an uncertain tradeoff, with some people planting lupines and others tearing them out. One of the species that doesn’t mind is the Icelandic Troll. Here’s one who seems to be thriving among the beautiful weeds.
Strutágil
Oh, What a Beach!
Héraðsandur. It’s for the birds.
Can you imagine any other country that would set a beach like this aside for the real people, instead of giving it to humans? There are many countries smaller than this beach.
A Farm in Iceland 