With her crown on, of course.
Raudholl
Good thing she’s quite slow.
Queen of the Dragons on the Hunt for Lunch
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The Dragon of Gatastapi
Most dragons in Iceland are in the West, but here’s one in the Northeast.
Nice looking wyrm! From the north side, in the mist, she looks like this:
The dragon of many faces! What does she have her eyes on? Ah, not you or I, but Gatastapi herself.
This is an old whaling station where you can look through things to the other side.
Sheep in the Dragon’s Lair
Risky behaviour, or what!
Some Dragons are Green
Here’s one in Njardvík. Just a young one in its grass stage, in a hoard of rusty iron, not of gold. You have to be a bigger dragon to get your own pile of gold.
A Dragon Takes Wing to Warn the Humans
Well, Grótfjall is a handsome mountain, to be sure. Viewing it from the Njardvik Beach, its easy enough to see that some of it is down here, making the valley floor, rather than up in the sky, making its hat.
But what’s that on the mountain? A dragon? And isn’t the sod collapsing over the cliff into sea, its wings? And aren’t there dragon shapes a-plenty, in the wet-dry patterning of the cliff? You tell me. I just know that walking through this fjord as a dragon story makes every relationship significant, in the way every word and sound in poetry means more than the poem’s sense.
If nothing else, it reveals the more of the mountains lies on the shore than in the air. A flat mountain. That’s a fine experience in climbing! But, wait, isn’t that a troll peeking out from the bottom of the cliff on the left? What’s his story?
It is good to remember that humans are prey. It keeps us on our toes.
The Birth of a Dragon
If the tide is right, as you walk along the cliff path in Arnarstapi, you might be so lucky as to spot the birth of a dragon, right where the water and the land touch.
If you open the picture in a new window, it will be larger and you will see the dragon clear as day.
And if you look back, you might spot its midwife guardian.
A good place to walk with respect!
The Wurm of the Lagarfljót
That Finnish smiths chained a dragon to the bottom of the lake in olden times, is well known.
That it gets out and flies through the air above the water from time to time is something rarely talked about. But it did last July 1. Here it is.
Dragons in the Snow
Longs ago, lava flowed off Snæfells Volcano. Then a glacier settled in and began to comb wind out of the sky and blow it across the land, just so. The result is dragons in the lee of the lava, where the snow, the very stuff of the glacier, collects along the sea.
Imagine what the mountain is doing to you!
Dragon Hunting Sheep on Rauðhóll
I mentioned the dragons of Rauðhóll a few days back. Here’s another.
This one is hunting elf sheep. The bright, emerald-green patch in the dragon’s mouth is the sheep’s fleece, and another elf sheep forms its eye. It is, in other words, possible to be attacked by a dragon, and survive. You might, however, be held in its thrall for a few thousand years.
The Dragons of Rauðhóll
On Midsummer Eve Day, we climbed Rauðhóll (Red Hill.) I was enchanted by all the dragons still coming to live in this new tephra cone. Here’s the first one that caught my eye. Many dozens followed. I was surrounded!
I was fascinated by how each leg or wing of the dragon was a dragon of its own. That’s some very deep, persistent dragon-ness! It’s a beautiful volcanic site, too.
A Farm in Iceland 