Miðgarðr, the pasture set aside for human people, is also called “Middle Earth.” The forces that set its bound, as can be seen here at Þingveillir, the Meeting Place, are huge. This is creation. This too: click.
Nature today is the process of waiting around for a moment of surprise. This hour at Geysir, is a good example.
The jolt of excitement it gives (essentially the breaking of your self-imposed exile from self in the act of waiting) especially if viewed in a crowd against which you can measure your response, is then called the power of the natural world. It is the age of advertising, psychology and science.
Half a century ago, nature was much closer. You lived in it.
It was an age of art. As a result, nature was conceived as a painting, which would then influence its observers in both spiritual and practical ways.
Well, it has grown now, as these tree plantations show. This shaping can still continue and is one of the reasons why art must be defended and continually reinvented in conversation with the earth. It is always waiting. Sometimes you just have to turn around.
But only after they have no words for them any more.
Such bittersweet irony at the Jökulsárlón! Just imagine if these powers could still speak to each other!
Global warming carries the old ones away in pieces.
We follow, in the confusion our machines recreate for us as beauty.
It is the voice of water.
You read it instantly
Words are another thing.
Often you don’t need them.
In Iceland, you could still learn to read.
Lichen Below Hengifoss
Books pale in comparison.
He might be only a force of nature now, but he’s still doing good work.
Jokulsárlon
Art: the spirit of the earth breathing us alive.
Well, the whole island is eroded down to bare stone, but that’s not what I mean. I don’t mean a negative force but a positive one. Look how the water flowing from one of the thousands of nameless falls of the country erodes a path that leads humans to it.
And look how the erosion of lichen makes a path, which humans will follow, although it is no more even than any other line through the rock. 
And look how water carves a quite different path. By the looks of it, it was probably a farm or fishing hut path, which humans or their animals made and water has followed. 
And look how the erosion of a new post-glacial slope has concentrated its finer deposits, creating an environment for life. 
Amazing!
Volcanic crystals plus water equals islands everywhere.
Well, OK, wind and sand, too. In that case, they make water and the stones in water. These are deep patterns.
Even volcanic gasses and earth. In that cases, there are islands of air.
Life follows the same patterns.
So do dwarf stones.
And humans? Well, look.
Even when you don’t expect it, there it is. 
You can never hide in Iceland.
A Farm in Iceland 
