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Two Speed Iceland
The water swirls, and the wind swirls in the water, and under the effects of a kind of spiritual gravity, they congeal.
If humans could move at their speed, they would still be swirling, but we are so fast that they appear still. We are light flickering on the surface of these flows.
And that’s beautiful, too. That’s Iceland: a country that lives at two speeds, at once.
Sea Eggs
It’s not just birds and turtles that do it.
Up on Vörsluvik, the sea gets into it too.
Here are some in the very process of being washed from the land. 
Perhaps you can see a clutch lying in a young sea in the middle of the image? 
Of course, the sea’s eggs are the land’s eggs, too. 
They do it together! 
The Brains of Iceland
Above Hrafragilsfoss
Nerve tissue is everywhere, lying around on the sand. If you lose your mind in Iceland, there’s always another one to take its place. Good to know!
Thought, Memory and All the Wisdom in the World
Oðin, the wanderer, threw his eye into the pool at the root of the world tree, to gain wisdom.
The Icelandic Green Party Reassembles the World Tree in the Election of 2013
The nature of the wisdom a supplicant received was determined by the quality of the gift. For an eye, he got two ravens, Thought and Memory, and what else is consciousness? That’s it, for sure. Here are a few pictures of Thought and Memory in Iceland, to show you how it works.
Church, Battery, and Water for Horses.
Sheep and World War II US Army Surplus
Abandoned Cruise Ship and Fish Bins, Lagarfljót
Thought and a Door… Or is That Memory and a Mouth? 
Window Remembering the Sky and Thinking of the Wind
Forest, Remembering, in Front of a House Thinking of a Waterfall
The Cow at the Hamburger Factory, Remembering Its Days as a Reality TV Show
Pretty cool, for sure, but here’s the haunting thing: what is the other eye doing? The one that is not consciousness? This?
This? 
Not at all. If it’s a human image, it’s conscious. The other must have been the eye of vision. The one that doesn’t stop and notice, but flows on.
There is, at any rate, something that’s not conscious, that is aware. So often, thought speaks of the Huldufolk, the elves and trolls that “live within the rock.” Are they the other eye? Are they us?
What are we looking at?
How Big is Iceland?
There is no answer. Just know that be small…
… to be big.
Subtle Iceland
There’s the Iceland of high drama
and there’s the subtle Iceland.
and they’re the same.
Living Iceland
Iceland is alive.
Look at her body. If you walk there, you are walking through a space that only your body can speak, because these are its forms.
And so you are your body. By walking here you speak within a conversation.
Beautiful talk.
Beautiful you.
You are alive here, or rather…
… life is you. Here:
And here:
And here:
Icelandic Knitting Pattern, Detail View
Fly fishers begin by observing insects along a stream. Their art follows.
Knitters are just as attentive to the natural world. Here, in a surf of lava cinders, new sweaters begin.
People follow the warmth of this care home.
Sulfur and Snow … and Mud!
It just gets better and better.
A Farm in Iceland 