Tag Archives: East Iceland

Puffin Guardians at Raudanes

The puffins at Rauðanes…

…are well-guarded. Note the troll, whose hair they live in, and his peek-a-boo stone seal.

Plus, a whole guard team on shore. Here’s one at work.

All this help allows puffins to build a pretty lovely set of penthouses in peace.

Just respect the management’s rules, that’s all, and yield at trail intersections!

Where is the Heart of Iceland?

A simple farm in the East, far from everything?

No, at the centre. This was the heart of some of Icelands greatest modern poems. Reykjavik is the wasteland here. What caught my eye was the oddness of this sewing machine and this bone, honoured on this picnic table.

What  held me was this poem by Krystján Einarsson. Just say it out loud. The sound is enough.

Know that when you drive away, you are leaving the heart for the hands, and you’ll have to come back.

The Eggs and Petroleum Tanks of Iceland’s Merry Bay

The Eggin í Gleðivik are one of Iceland’s national treasures. They represent the eggs of the main birds of Iceland, carved by Sigurður Guðmundsson, and set up permanently in the Djúpivogur Harbour.

 

Well, sure, you can show an image of them looking out to sea, all pristine and romantic like, but Iceland is neither pristine nor romantic. It is real, and it has rust.

Best to keep that in mind. Beautiful, isn’t it!

(You can read more about the eggs, and view an image without the oil tanks, here.)