These are rare landscapes in Iceland, as they were mined for peat for many hundreds of years, but they are still there in the remote East, and are being rebuilt in Neskaupstadir (such as the one above). Aren’t they lovely!
It’s always a great day to walk out on the shore of the sea, where the seals and eiðars once swam. The sea might change its level, but that’s a bonus for us.
And the eiðars demonstrate just what it was like here long ago.
Easy does it!
Wildflowers taking the place of eiðars.
There are rewards for turning your back on the sun when it goes behind the hill.
Some things are best watched obliquely, eh.
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.
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.
They make beautiful things.
Or beautiful things appear in the mind.
In a remote valley in Iceland, under a volcano, one can spend an afternoon among treasures.
I sure did.
The wealth of the dwarves, my ancestors called this stuff.
The wealth of men, too, I think.
And the wealth of the water..
And mystery enough.
And light within the stone..
This is old wisdom.
Totemic wisdom. Like this sheep amulet below.
This is the deeps of the mind and body, meeting in the light of the air.
This is what you get when you walk straight into the Earth. You’ll know where when you’re there.
At that time of nightfall, when the icebergs look like this as they wash up on the sand …
…the Atlantic looks like this.
Your mind works like this, too.